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-Walt Whitman</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sigruneinars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sigruneinars.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Sigrún Einars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__g-w9lWwjJo/TJfUN_k8MaI/AAAAAAAAACo/JZbgzIENA-I/S220/S2.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SigrnEinars" /><feedburner:info uri="sigrneinars" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUARH05fCp7ImA9WhRUEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492588934460263636.post-8088654552462238755</id><published>2012-01-21T00:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-21T00:37:25.324Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-21T00:37:25.324Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="legal system" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="respect" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="judges" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="discipline" /><title>Standing Up For The Judges</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sigruneinars.blogspot.com/feeds/8088654552462238755/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492588934460263636&amp;postID=8088654552462238755&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492588934460263636/posts/default/8088654552462238755?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492588934460263636/posts/default/8088654552462238755?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SigrnEinars/~3/4wYjA30KS6E/standing-up-for-judges.html" title="Standing Up For The Judges" /><author><name>Sigrún Einars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__g-w9lWwjJo/TJfUN_k8MaI/AAAAAAAAACo/JZbgzIENA-I/S220/S2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">In the past few months I have had to appear in a court of law on several occasions, due to a matter that I will not discuss here.  I can't say that this is my first time in court, but they were under different circumstances so I can't really use them to compare with.  But what I just came to realize is that I have been showing the judges disrespect in my manners.  In case you don't know this, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IhfcGlehJiZMnI8dE-WNTTn9WZ0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IhfcGlehJiZMnI8dE-WNTTn9WZ0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SigrnEinars/~4/4wYjA30KS6E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sigruneinars.blogspot.com/2012/01/standing-up-for-judges.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAHQnc-fCp7ImA9WhRVGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492588934460263636.post-7792147518643928320</id><published>2012-01-19T00:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-19T00:25:33.954Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T00:25:33.954Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="winter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="solstice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snow" /><title>The Never Ending Winter</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sigruneinars.blogspot.com/feeds/7792147518643928320/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492588934460263636&amp;postID=7792147518643928320&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492588934460263636/posts/default/7792147518643928320?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492588934460263636/posts/default/7792147518643928320?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SigrnEinars/~3/rE1tW82KDSk/never-ending-winter.html" title="The Never Ending Winter" /><author><name>Sigrún Einars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__g-w9lWwjJo/TJfUN_k8MaI/AAAAAAAAACo/JZbgzIENA-I/S220/S2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Before I get to what I was gonna blog about, let me just say that the experiment from last night was a perfect success.  Neither one of them took it with them to school this morning 'cos they've already doomed me as a yogurt maker but I made them taste it when they came home from school and both of them ate them up, although my daughter did complain about it still being sour.  I told her that 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mHiiSC-WES5bQIAAXm6nEd6iBVU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mHiiSC-WES5bQIAAXm6nEd6iBVU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SigrnEinars/~4/rE1tW82KDSk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sigruneinars.blogspot.com/2012/01/never-ending-winter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8HSHw9eCp7ImA9WhRVGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492588934460263636.post-7659789843494492176</id><published>2012-01-18T00:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-18T00:33:59.260Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T00:33:59.260Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yogurt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="organic healthy food cooking children lifestyle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="organic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chocolate" /><title>The Yogurt Problem</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sigruneinars.blogspot.com/feeds/7659789843494492176/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492588934460263636&amp;postID=7659789843494492176&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492588934460263636/posts/default/7659789843494492176?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492588934460263636/posts/default/7659789843494492176?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SigrnEinars/~3/GNZcW_xq9JU/yogurt-problem.html" title="The Yogurt Problem" /><author><name>Sigrún Einars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__g-w9lWwjJo/TJfUN_k8MaI/AAAAAAAAACo/JZbgzIENA-I/S220/S2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">When I was growing up, yogurt was not a part of my diet.  I'm not even sure if they had it here when I was a kid, at least my mom never bought it.  When I started buying my own food I would sometimes buy myself a yogurt but there wasn't much selection and I had one favorite that I would only buy.  When my kids started school and I would have to pack them lunch boxes I would sometimes pack them a 
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UH!  said the man to the lady.  UH!  said the lady to the man she adored and the whores like a choir go UH all night and Mary ain't you tired of this?  UH! is the sound that the mother makes when the
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...well.  The reason for why it's been so long since I posted anything on here is because someone invaded my life and started harrassing me in any way possible.  (You know who you are, if you're reading this!)
I was scared and paranoid and worried about what my blog might trigger in this person's sick mind.  So I just stopped.


This person hasn't stopped 
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I was just walking there, minding my own business and thinking.  Thinking about 
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You may ask yourself, how come. Well, let me tell you how come: 

1. Three kids, sharing a backseat together for several hours do not last very long before they start either fighting, yelling and 
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63 years ago, 220.000 individuals were slaughtered in the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombings. It was a big step for mankind, a step backwards. It was a sad day in the history of mankind and we should never allow for it to be forgotten.


This evening I attended an annual gathering at the pond in Reykjavík with my children and we set a float candles in the memory of those people and all other 
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