<?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-5812693</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:49:44.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FLORIDA LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'>What's up with Andrea these days! (formally Life In Iceland)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-113970448835729189</id><published>2006-02-11T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T19:56:21.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year New Leaf New Life</title><summary type='text'>Let me start by saying that since the new year I have realized how many great things have been handed to me whether I deserved them or not.  This 2006 year has been about some bad choices and some great choices.  The bad choices luckily are not really so bad and the good choices are really gooc choices in my opinion, (which is all you get for now, oh well).  At the end of the summer I got offered</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/113970448835729189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/113970448835729189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113970448835729189' title='New Year New Leaf New Life'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-113278516625922211</id><published>2005-11-23T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T18:00:33.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I will not be spending it with any family. It was one thing to be overseas and not celebrate Thanksgiving because they don't have it, but at least I was with family. Now, I am so financially stressed that I couldn't even afford to go to my mom's for the holidays. Thanksgiving is a cute holiday and all, but Christmas is the holiday that is truly stressing me out. For </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/113278516625922211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/113278516625922211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113278516625922211' title='Christmas is coming'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-113182078573405689</id><published>2005-11-12T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T14:25:09.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused and lost</title><summary type='text'>This break up is the hardest thing that I have had to deal with in a long time. I'm still trying to understand how two people can be in love and care for each other, but one of them still refuses to try and work it out. I wish someone could just sit me down and explain it to me. Everytime I think I can move on I sober up and realize that it's just a front that I put on, a mask so to speak. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/113182078573405689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/113182078573405689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113182078573405689' title='Confused and lost'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-112846687017902277</id><published>2005-10-04T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T19:18:16.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind</title><summary type='text'>I am stuck in a not so good place. My once figured out life is now a day to day event to keep going. My mom came to visit me and that was wonderful.  She got me some new things that I had been wanting, sunglasses and a watch, along with a crapload of groceries.  She even rearranged my kitchen so that it was in some orderly fashion.  When it was done originally it wasn't such a wonderful job, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/112846687017902277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/112846687017902277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112846687017902277' title='Whirlwind'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-112700263281846804</id><published>2005-09-17T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T20:17:12.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Afram Grindavik</title><summary type='text'>Congratulations to the men's team in Grindavik, Iceland, who has again saved themselves from being knocked down from premiere to 1st division in the last game of the season.  I hope you all are having a wonderful time tonight.  Til hamingju til hamingju til hamingju!!  Eg er svo rosalega anaegd en mig langar ad vera med ykkur i kvold.  Eg sakna island svo mikid en kem aftur um jolin. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/112700263281846804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/112700263281846804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112700263281846804' title='Afram Grindavik'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-112613361411206866</id><published>2005-09-07T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:53:34.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish i could go back</title><summary type='text'>I have a pretty good job these days.  Although waking up in the morning is difficult.  I have some pretty good kids.  Although I've got some pretty difficult ones too.  I have made a few friends since living here in Florida.  Although I've lost the one that meant the most to me.  Some days are great.  I do nothing but smile and keep my head up and know things are going to be alright.  Some days </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/112613361411206866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/112613361411206866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112613361411206866' title='Wish i could go back'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-112362452787656837</id><published>2005-08-09T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T17:55:27.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TEACHER</title><summary type='text'>School starts tomorrow.  I'm so nervous.  I'm going to be teaching personal fitness at a nearby high school.  I've got some things to get ready before tomorrow.  I went out yesterday and bought a new pair of kicks and some shorts and socks and today I need to go get a couple more things so I can look like the part of a pe teacher.  Things have been kind of hectic in my life lately, but what else </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/112362452787656837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/112362452787656837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112362452787656837' title='TEACHER'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-112226260717688109</id><published>2005-07-24T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:37:58.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cent, 5 cent, 10 cent, dollar</title><summary type='text'>Sunday night and another evening of plans changed. No soccer or BBQ due to another hurricane that passed by us, but left us the effects. I have the next two days off so that means interviews. I have two tomorrow. One for a gym and the other for another restaurant. I'm stuck in the biz....for now.After work today, I went to Cheesecake Factory with a few people from work. It was a nice time. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/112226260717688109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/112226260717688109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112226260717688109' title='cent, 5 cent, 10 cent, dollar'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-112183017508469184</id><published>2005-07-19T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:29:35.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Days Are Here Again</title><summary type='text'>Today was a good day.  I haven't felt this happy in awhile.  I feel less stress tonight.  I had a wonderful conversation with one of the most important persons in my life.  We talked about some important issues and when it was all over I reflected and finally heard what was said.  I am done listening to negative people.  If you don't agree or believe that is your perrogative, but why bring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/112183017508469184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/112183017508469184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112183017508469184' title='Oh Happy Days Are Here Again'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-112152872114660372</id><published>2005-07-16T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T12:15:31.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day off</title><summary type='text'>I actually have the day off. It's wonderful, I finally get to clean my place. Organize really. I'm such a pack rat and need to throw stuff away. I save the stupidest stuff like bottles of lotion with a pump or two left or old stain shirts that I think I'll be able to use on that day when I need to wear clothes I don't care about. WHY? So DUMB!!I want to go out for a little bit, but I'm anxiously </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/112152872114660372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/112152872114660372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112152872114660372' title='Day off'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-112103328732704665</id><published>2005-07-10T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T18:12:07.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Sunday</title><summary type='text'>Due to the hurricane my soccer game was canceled tonight, which sucks. I look forward to playing this one day of the week. Oh well. Work is crazy I worked 40 hours in 3 days. It's so ridiculous sometimes. I said I would help out yesterday during the lunch shift, but I had to close the bar last night so I didn't want to be there all lunch. I also needed to go home to get something to eat in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/112103328732704665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/112103328732704665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112103328732704665' title='Soccer Sunday'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-112091823532859432</id><published>2005-07-09T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T10:21:10.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loksins Loksins</title><summary type='text'>Hello everyone. I finally have internet access and due to a very nice girl named Jennifer Schwann I have a computer to use until she comes back to school and hopefully we'll have our own by then!! Things are pretty quiet in my life these days. It's been a long time since I've been alone and it's hard. It was much harder when I just got back from Iceland then it is now, but it still sucks. I try </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/112091823532859432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/112091823532859432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112091823532859432' title='Loksins Loksins'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-109599003860324805</id><published>2004-09-23T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T21:53:43.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><summary type='text'>Hello everyone,I'm working at Subway and TCBY and enjoying almost everything, but one crappy brazilian and the pay. I got hired on the spot and since I needed somewhere in walking distance I couldn't be picky. Helgi and I bought a used Dodge Shadow and then it broke down the next day. I spent the whole morning getting the title changed into our name and getting insurance and getting a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/109599003860324805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/109599003860324805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109599003860324805' title='update'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-109395441457515206</id><published>2004-08-31T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T08:13:34.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yo yo yo</title><summary type='text'>So we've been in Boca for a week now.  We are still staying with some of Helgi's teammates and we haven't bought a car yet.  I'm pretty positive by the beginning of next week we will have gotten everything together, but man is this kind of frustrating.  We found a place to live, but when I called to check up on it the woman didn't even remember that we had viewed the place at first and because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/109395441457515206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/109395441457515206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109395441457515206' title='yo yo yo'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-109346889460318965</id><published>2004-08-25T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T16:20:46.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boca Raton, Florida</title><summary type='text'>Just a warning it's a long one...enjoy Leaving IcelandWe made it out of the cold and into the heat ... and humidity. It's been a crazy few days since we've arrived in the states. We left our home in Iceland on Saturday August 21 at 4:50pm. We had a wonderful family dinner the night before at home. We were all packed the evening before and finally made it out to enjoy our last night in good old </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/109346889460318965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/109346889460318965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109346889460318965' title='Boca Raton, Florida'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-109085481478666156</id><published>2004-07-26T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T17:14:16.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I Really Be in America Soon??!!</title><summary type='text'>Hi Hi,I decided to check in finally.  Things are looking good that I'll be back in the states within a couple of weeks.  Weeks, can you believe it only a couple of weeks.  We haven't bought our tickets so I don't want to get too excited until then. I just got over a yucky cold where my joints ached and my body felt lifeless.  I went to the doctor twice and ...well, I had finished this whole </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/109085481478666156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/109085481478666156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109085481478666156' title='Will I Really Be in America Soon??!!'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-108603177474681218</id><published>2004-06-01T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T09:04:59.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbits Rabbits Rabbits</title><summary type='text'>It's the 1st of June!! Our PLANNED time of arrival in the states is down to a few months now. One can never tell what will happen though. BIRTHDAY SHOUT OUTS: Kevon Harris turns 23 today, he was my jamaican neighbor in college, but practically lived at my house...we were accused of being in a relationship on more than one occassion...people really thought we had some secret thing going on...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108603177474681218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108603177474681218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108603177474681218' title='Rabbits Rabbits Rabbits'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-108601147500625572</id><published>2004-05-31T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T10:01:00.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day!!</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe it'll be June tomorrow.  I've been over here on this island for over 1 year straight now.  Who'd a thought?  We had the day off today because yesterday was hvitasunna (white Sunday) so just about everything was closed and today is annar í hvitasunna (day after white Sunday) and most things are closed today also.  I have no idea what these free days are about, but what's new.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108601147500625572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108601147500625572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108601147500625572' title='Happy Memorial Day!!'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-108515202281860568</id><published>2004-05-21T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T11:07:02.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Better to want what you don't have, then to have what you don't want", Jim Powderly</title><summary type='text'>Pictures are up from 2 Sundays ago.  It started out like any other Sunday, but definitely didn't end up like that.  Helgi had a game at 14:00 and then was supposed to go back to work, but believe it or not, my loudmouth helped out for once.  He was talking to his boss on the phone, which also happens to be his uncle, and I was in the background yelling "nei" (no) while he was talking about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108515202281860568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108515202281860568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108515202281860568' title='&quot;Better to want what you don&apos;t have, then to have what you don&apos;t want&quot;, Jim Powderly'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-108431299595523698</id><published>2004-05-11T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T18:03:15.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Erica Campbell</title><summary type='text'>Erica is my old roommate from college.  She turns 22 today and is graduating this year from good old Old Dominion University.  She's a hottie with a body!!  I miss you like crazy, Erica.  Wish I could be there to help you get tore up tonight.  Who am I kidding you have never needed any help for that!!  I went out Sunday night and had an amazing time, but I'll tell you all about that another time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108431299595523698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108431299595523698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108431299595523698' title='Happy Birthday Erica Campbell'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-108400715444168565</id><published>2004-05-08T05:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T07:54:56.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FRUSTRATION</title><summary type='text'>On the 25th of April we had an away game against Þór/KA/KS, which we tied 3-3.  With about 5 minutes left of the game a girl slide tackled me from my left side while I was dribbling up the right side of the field.  The slide tackle made contact and sent me falling flat on my right knee.  I jumped back up immediately to go after the ball that was bouncing out of bounds and when I went to try to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108400715444168565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108400715444168565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108400715444168565' title='FRUSTRATION'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-108341898872170423</id><published>2004-05-01T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T09:46:16.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day off</title><summary type='text'>So today is the 1st of May and another excuse for Icelanders not to work.  GOT TO LOVE IT!!  I don't understand why exactly, but I think it has something to do with some kind of work union.  All I know is what I really need to know; I'm apart of the group that doesn't have to work on May 1st.  Yippee.  I know today is a Saturday so the chances were more likely that I wouldn't have to work anyways</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108341898872170423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108341898872170423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108341898872170423' title='Another day off'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-108309345687352914</id><published>2004-04-27T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T15:34:36.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gleðilegt Sumar</title><summary type='text'>The first day of summer here in Iceland was last Thursday.  It was a beautiful too.  People in Iceland get the day off on the first day of summer.  How crazy is that?  Talk about any excuse to get off work.  We played a game this weekend in Akureyri and tied 3-3.  What a bad game.  We were up 1-0 then tied 1-1 then down 1-2 then down even further 3-1 before coming back and tying it up.  In the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108309345687352914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108309345687352914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108309345687352914' title='Gleðilegt Sumar'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-108241074906907373</id><published>2004-04-19T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T17:42:05.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clumsy</title><summary type='text'>I was the clumsiest person tonight I practice.  It was as if I had two left feet.  It is ridiculous the number of times I fell tonight.  One fall was pretty hard too.  I went to strike the ball with my right foot and apparently my left foot somehow left the ground also and one of my teammates came to pressure me and her little touch on my body knocked me off balance enough so that I couldn't get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108241074906907373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108241074906907373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108241074906907373' title='Clumsy'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-108233147676145319</id><published>2004-04-18T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T19:40:51.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work</title><summary type='text'>Well, the weekend's over.  Last night started out pretty slow, but ended up with me being pretty tore up.  I was struggling today.  By the time, I actually got up and moving the day was pretty much over.  Somehow, within the 2 days of me getting a car I got a nail in the tire and so of course got a flat.  It's so nice to have a man that didn't mind changing the tire for me.  I hate doing it and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108233147676145319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108233147676145319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108233147676145319' title='Back to work'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-108224701022388113</id><published>2004-04-17T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T20:13:04.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alumni</title><summary type='text'>Hey, it's alumni weekend.  I called and talked to some of the girls before the alumni game started today.  I miss everyone so much.  It was so good to hear some old voices.  I really wish I were there.  I wonder who won the game today.  I hope you Alum’s kicked some youngster butt!!  My girl Jen said they got tore up last night, but I bet tonight will be even crazier.  Instead of being back at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108224701022388113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108224701022388113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108224701022388113' title='Alumni'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-108207003142295012</id><published>2004-04-15T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T19:03:24.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quicky</title><summary type='text'>Hey, I'm tired.  I did this stupid interval running thing.  You alternate running and jogging always jogging half of the time you ran i.e. run 1 minute jog 30 seconds.  It's a 1-2-3-4, 2-3-4-1, 3-4-1-2, 4-1-2-3 rotation for one set, which is all I did.  The men's team does the same thing, but rarely does just one set.  Damn' that was more tiring than I expected.  It was another easy day at work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108207003142295012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108207003142295012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108207003142295012' title='Just a quicky'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-108198631639523117</id><published>2004-04-14T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T19:48:07.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny</title><summary type='text'>Today was such a nice day.  The sun was shining pretty much all day long.  It's kind of sad, now that I think about it, that I would actually call today a nice day considering it wasn't even 50° outside.  I've been in Iceland so long my definition of good weather is all screwed up.  Work was as boring as yesterday.  A handful of us were packing fish while everyone else was putting together boxes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108198631639523117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108198631639523117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108198631639523117' title='Sunny'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-108189763244771610</id><published>2004-04-13T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T19:10:02.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again</title><summary type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday to Katie Waters!!  Her birthday was yesterday and my dumb butt forgot to write on the page yesterday.  Sorry girl.  I miss you and can't wait to see you again.  There's only about 4 more months until I am back in the states.  It's so hard to believe it so close.  Work today was so boring.  We aren't getting any fish in until Thursday so the only real thing we are doing is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108189763244771610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108189763244771610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108189763244771610' title='Hello Again'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-108176651272053770</id><published>2004-04-12T06:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T08:02:27.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok Ok Ok</title><summary type='text'>Hey everyone.  I'm still alive and yes, I have been soooooooo lazy, but here I am.  I'm making a fresh, new start.  I'm going have a little competition with myself to see how many days I can write in a row!!  Happy Easter og Gleðilega Páska! This was my first Easter away from my family and my first Easter with Helgi.  We spent the entire day together, which was especially nice because he just got</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108176651272053770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/108176651272053770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108176651272053770' title='Ok Ok Ok'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-107744874667998038</id><published>2004-02-22T06:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T07:01:07.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Women's Day</title><summary type='text'>What up guys?!  Thought I drop by to say hi.  How was everyone's Valentine's Day?  I had the best Valentine's ever because I got to finally spend it with Helgi.  This year has been a lot of fun for me because we are finally spending an entire year together so we have been with each other for birthdays, and all sorts of holidays.  Today is Konudagur in Iceland, which means women's day.  If </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107744874667998038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107744874667998038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107744874667998038' title='Happy Women&apos;s Day'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-107602010155184066</id><published>2004-02-14T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T06:30:34.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak</title><summary type='text'>Damn' is this site getting weak or what? I'm too lazy to put up new pictures and I'm too lazy to type. What is up with that? Iceland’s weather has been wacky as always. One day the sun is shining and the next day snow is covering the ground and been blown all over the place. I haven't played soccer in about a month now because of a transportation issue that is way out of hand in my opinion, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107602010155184066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107602010155184066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107602010155184066' title='Weak'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-107539954697046326</id><published>2004-01-29T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T07:30:32.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive</title><summary type='text'>Just wanted to let everyone know I am still alive over here in Iceland.  I've just been very, very lazy lately and haven't written anything in almost two weeks.  Damn' has it really been that long?  Oh well, I've been practicing bball lately, (still no soccer which sucks), and working, oh and of course, you know me, partying.  I've even been doing some different things, finally.  One day last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107539954697046326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107539954697046326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107539954697046326' title='Still Alive'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-107446203908072148</id><published>2004-01-18T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T11:36:24.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY HELGI MÁR</title><summary type='text'>FINALLY LEGAL TO DRINK IN AMERICACongratulations to Kalli!!  He took home the gold Friday night.  The support he has was amazing.  He had 49% of the votes, then Jón had 34%, and Anna Katrín brought up the rear with 17%.  We all gathered in Festi to watch the final show.  Unfortunately due to the great amount of snow fall that day the road to Grindavík was closed limiting the amount of people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107446203908072148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107446203908072148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107446203908072148' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY HELGI MÁR'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-107420714030489278</id><published>2004-01-15T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T18:10:36.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LA-RONDA ANTOINE (MOMMY, MAMMA MÍN)</title><summary type='text'>                                   (SHE’S THE BIG 5-0)                            and she’s going to kill me for writing that                                   Good thing I’m in IcelandNot much going on right now.  Just work from 8-4 and then bball practice since I can't get to my soccer practices right now.  Yesterday practice was difficult.  Palli, a guy on the men's team, coached us and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107420714030489278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107420714030489278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107420714030489278' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY LA-RONDA ANTOINE (MOMMY, MAMMA MÍN)'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-107377627162750761</id><published>2004-01-10T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T15:40:07.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Kalli - Final 3</title><summary type='text'>IDOL here in Iceland is down to the final 3 now.  The town is so hyped up because out of the small town of some 2,500 or so Kalli is one of the Final 3 and he and his family live right here in Grindavík.  It is so different to watch IDOL knowing one of the contestants.  Well, I don't personally know him all that well, but so many people in town do know him well and everyone gets excited to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107377627162750761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107377627162750761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107377627162750761' title='Go Kalli - Final 3'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-107359949874828261</id><published>2004-01-08T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T17:10:14.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ONLY ME</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I was leaving work early because I had soccer practice at 5:15pm.  I got my stuff together, clocked out, and then went and got into the car.  When I closed the car door I heard a noise, but wasn't sure what it was.  I turned and looked at my back window and I was very confused.  At first I thought well that's weird, I didn't think there would be ice on the windows right now.  I thought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107359949874828261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107359949874828261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107359949874828261' title='ONLY ME'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-107343374735951028</id><published>2004-01-06T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T19:03:40.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year’s</title><summary type='text'>Like everything else in Iceland, I spent New Year’s very definitely from the way I am used to spending it.  I had to work in the morning, but I was done by 11:45 so that wasn’t too bad.  We had a family dinner that night and then we went over to Hemmi’s and finally had a drink.  Then we came back home to watch some year in review comedy show that apparently almost everyone watches.  It really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107343374735951028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107343374735951028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107343374735951028' title='New Year’s'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-107307538935643782</id><published>2004-01-02T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T18:55:26.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Playing Catch Up</title><summary type='text'>There was a bonfire in Grindavík on Christmas night.  It was pretty fun.  There were a lot of people from town all together for about an hour or so.  Friday night we all went to a dance in Keflavík.  A band name Sálinn Hans Jóns Míns was playing.  It was out of control.  There were so many people there.  There were 7 of us all at Hemmi's house before we went to the dance pre-gaming.  Everything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107307538935643782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107307538935643782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107307538935643782' title='Still Playing Catch Up'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-107254592008750164</id><published>2003-12-27T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T12:00:03.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Week continued</title><summary type='text'>Ok so on Christmas Day I went to basketball practice at 11:00. Weird right practice on Christmas Day, but hey as much food as I have been eating lately I need to go to practice everyday. When I got back we all ate lunch together. Then we just relaxed until it was time to go to the family dinner party in Keflavík. Everyone was gone except for Helgi Már, Vignir, and I. We planned to all ride </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107254592008750164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107254592008750164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107254592008750164' title='Christmas Week continued'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-107247427581277877</id><published>2003-12-26T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T16:32:17.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Week</title><summary type='text'>Christmas is all over now, but let me catch you up on the week's happenings.  My swollen lip was still pretty swollen Tuesday morning, but lucky for me it was pretty much gone by the end of the day so I didn't have to be "fat lip" throughout the Christmas affairs.  I messed up before when I said that Christmas was on the 24th in Iceland.  Christmas Day is still the 25th they just open presents on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107247427581277877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107247427581277877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107247427581277877' title='Christmas Week'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-107211820831925605</id><published>2003-12-22T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T13:40:54.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky</title><summary type='text'>Today began as a typical Monday.  I was tired as could be and didn't want to get out of bed to go to work, but of course I got my butt up and went to work.  Work was going smoothly until about 11:00 or so.  Around this time I was carrying a stack of about 10 boxes from one place to another.  I do this just about everyday at work, no big deal, but apparently this time I took one extra box than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107211820831925605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107211820831925605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107211820831925605' title='Unlucky'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-107178644046848305</id><published>2003-12-18T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T16:46:57.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What up my nigga?!  Don't ever touch a black man's radio!</title><summary type='text'>Finally, it's Thursday.  This week has gone by so slow to me.  I've just been so tired for some reason.  Well, my 23rd birthday has come and gone.  It was a little lonely since I was all the way over here in Iceland.  It just wasn't the same crazy time I'm used to having.  Maybe it had nothing to do with the location, but purely my old age.  My little sister, Alexandrea, keeps calling me old.  23</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107178644046848305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107178644046848305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107178644046848305' title='What up my nigga?!  Don&apos;t ever touch a black man&apos;s radio!'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-107161214203578344</id><published>2003-12-16T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T17:03:13.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><summary type='text'>I promise to get on it and keep you all updated better than I have been doing.  For the time being I added some pictures which it seems like most of you enjoy the best anyways.  Well, I guess if I actually wrote maybe you would enjoy that too.  Hope everyone did well on their finals and has or had a safe trip back to their parents home or wherever they'll be spending the next few weeks.  I'll be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107161214203578344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107161214203578344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107161214203578344' title='Hey'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-107116301972068365</id><published>2003-12-11T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T12:17:46.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><summary type='text'>I did it ladies and gentleman.  I played in my first game since the accident this summer.  "The accident" I make is sound so much worse than it was.  It was a slow start, but it was all in all a success I would say.  I got kicked early into the game on my left leg and boy WHAT A DRAMA QUEEN I WAS!!  I thought it was going to hurt, so I freaked.  Hehe  Today was all messed up because I thought I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107116301972068365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107116301972068365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107116301972068365' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-107039836688951455</id><published>2003-12-02T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T15:52:02.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrea "No Sense of Direction" Rowe</title><summary type='text'>I got lost yet again.  Not to the same place as before, but to a horse stable field that I have only been to one other time and followed the coach to get there.  My coach was not happy with me and asked me Hvað ert þú gömul?  [How old are you?]  He obviously doesn't know me at all.  Age has nothing to do with my lack of sense of direction.  That's my mom’s entire fault!!  (Thanks mom)!  I even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107039836688951455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/107039836688951455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107039836688951455' title='Andrea &quot;No Sense of Direction&quot; Rowe'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-106993691634698119</id><published>2003-11-27T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T07:42:28.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I am missing my second Thanksgiving in 3 years.  Ashley was trying to come and visit me this Thanksgiving, but unfortunately couldn’t make it so I hope I get to see her in December after her finals.  I am not a very lovey dovey person when it comes to my family, but I love them very much and miss them.  I don’t really get home sick until times like these when there is a holiday where the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106993691634698119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106993691634698119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106993691634698119' title='HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-106988583658312504</id><published>2003-11-26T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T17:31:08.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colder than a monkey’s uncle up in this place!!</title><summary type='text'>I love being here and all, but damn’.  It was snowing and sleeting yesterday so of course all that crap turned into ice.  I don’t think they even know what a snow plow is or if they do they sure don’t use them.  The streets are terrible.  I know that back roads are normally the last to be attended to but in a small town like Grindavík there is one main road and then nothing but back roads so why </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106988583658312504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106988583658312504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106988583658312504' title='Colder than a monkey’s uncle up in this place!!'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-106953614318062323</id><published>2003-11-22T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T16:22:50.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Fills My Life</title><summary type='text'>Life over here for the most part is pretty calm, but not lately.  Let me lay it out it.  First, my coach told me I to come to 3 practices a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday.  Then, he told me not to come on Mondays because they play on a bumpy surface that wouldn’t be in my best interest because of my leg.  At this same time, he told me to come another day and we would work 1-1.  There was a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106953614318062323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106953614318062323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106953614318062323' title='Drama Fills My Life'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-106917613372858367</id><published>2003-11-18T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T13:16:31.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GAMAN FUN GAMAN FUN GAMAN FUN</title><summary type='text'>Kobbi and Sara’s 20th birthday party was so much fun.  The theme was bleikt og blátt, which means pink and blue, but is also the name of a porno magazine.  A few days before the party Helgi realized that we weren’t supposed to dress in pink and blue, but like something out of a porno mag.  Saturday before the party, we made our way to rvk. to find some clothes to wear.  Helgi decided to go as a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106917613372858367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106917613372858367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106917613372858367' title='GAMAN FUN GAMAN FUN GAMAN FUN'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-106875784138124499</id><published>2003-11-13T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T16:11:00.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you and boy do I need you!!</title><summary type='text'>I NEED MY WINGMAN!!  Get your butt back to Iceland.  I have been to two soccer practices with Fjölnir and I have been late for both of them.  I haven’t been running late or anything.  I have left with plenty of time for a normal person to get from Grindavík to Reykjavík, but that’s where the problem comes in, I am soooo not normal.  I went two different ways to practice and got lost both ways.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106875784138124499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106875784138124499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106875784138124499' title='Miss you and boy do I need you!!'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-106857578785496415</id><published>2003-11-11T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T14:12:44.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxed</title><summary type='text'>Already Tuesday.  Where does the time go?  This weekend was very relaxed.  No crazy partying for me.  I learned my lesson last week.  Saturday morning Helgi's dad made a joke about me not going to the pub for the first time in a long time.  Although, it was really nice being home alone while Helgi was a practice FOREVER I really wanted to go.  It turned out to be a good night because Helgi came </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106857578785496415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106857578785496415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106857578785496415' title='Relaxed'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-106815885266115317</id><published>2003-11-06T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T17:47:30.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Catch Up</title><summary type='text'>My bad my bad.  Just call me lazy.  This weekend was interesting.  I guess that is the best way to describe it.  Ladies night was pretty fun on Friday, but it wasn’t as fun as last years.  We got to model some nice clothes and eat Mexican food.  I did the normal “get drunk and act a fool” and everyone seemed to enjoy it.  I went to the pub for a little bit afterwards, but it wasn’t all that fun </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106815885266115317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106815885266115317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106815885266115317' title='Another Catch Up'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-106761485573587094</id><published>2003-10-31T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T10:40:54.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Weather</title><summary type='text'>What is going on??  Monday night it started hailing like crazy.  I was leaving bball practice and I couldn’t believe it.  I was on my way to work the next day and the crap started again.  Hail is some powerful and painful junk if you ask me.  Oh and if that isn’t enough, Tuesday night, out of nowhere, it started to snow.  I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the winter.  I am such a baby</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106761485573587094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106761485573587094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106761485573587094' title='Crazy Weather'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-106736602019870873</id><published>2003-10-28T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T13:33:39.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What’s up?! </title><summary type='text'>I saw Kill Bill this weekend.  Pretty good movie, I thought.  I have been working the past two days.  I actually made some extra money yesterday because we worked a few extra hours.  I had a good practice yesterday, for the time I was there.  Practice started at 5:45 and I didn’t get there until about 6:30 or so.  We were playing a 3 on 3 drill and my team won both times.  It was a lot of fun.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106736602019870873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106736602019870873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106736602019870873' title='What’s up?! '/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-106710885626144106</id><published>2003-10-25T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T15:07:36.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It´s Been Awhile</title><summary type='text'>Hellllllllooooooooooooooooo!!  Anyone out there?  My first week of work was pretty tough.  I went from doing nothing all summer to having to actually get up in the morning at 7am and be out the door to walk to work no later than 35 min. after 7.  I live in Iceland!!  It’s so cold especially that damn’ early in the morning!!  Wednesday I not only went to my wonderful work in the fish factory, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106710885626144106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106710885626144106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106710885626144106' title='It´s Been Awhile'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-106658821938650631</id><published>2003-10-19T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T14:30:19.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><summary type='text'>Another weekend has already past.  It’s time for the workweek to begin.  I got a phone call on Friday letting me know that I can finally start working on Monday.  The weekend got off to a weird start.  Helgi had to study for the TOEFL test he had to take on Saturday so he couldn’t participate in our normal Friday watching of Idol down at the pub so the two of us, (remember our/we is always Hemmi,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106658821938650631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106658821938650631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106658821938650631' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-106634208313684718</id><published>2003-10-16T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T18:08:03.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory</title><summary type='text'>The girls’ team beat Njarðvík tonight 51-44.  Congrats girls!!  Let’s make this the beginning of a long winning streak.  Olöf, one of the girls on the team, has an American visiting for a few weeks.  It’s nice to hear another Americans voice.  Olöf went to high school in America and played basketball there last year.  She said to me tonight that she’d seen the sun once since she got her last week</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106634208313684718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106634208313684718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106634208313684718' title='Victory'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-106621864403635582</id><published>2003-10-15T07:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T07:50:44.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1-YEAR CONTRACT WITH FJÖLNI</title><summary type='text'>It’s finally over.  I signed on for another year with the team I played for last summer.  I’m not 100% confident with the decision I made, but I couldn’t stand the pressure so I got the hell out of the kitchen.  I know I won’t hate playing because I love the girls and our crazy, lunatic coach.  Next season is going to be tough, but I believe that we have a good chance of succeeding.  The team I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106621864403635582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106621864403635582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106621864403635582' title='1-YEAR CONTRACT WITH FJÖLNI'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-106600155160096391</id><published>2003-10-12T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T19:32:31.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><summary type='text'>Friday night was pretty relaxed.  We just went to Cactus, one of the two local pubs, chilled out and drank a beer.  Just to clarify the “we” statement.  99% of the time that I say “we” I am referring to Hemmi, Helgi Már, and me.  I normally have practice at 4:00pm on Saturdays, but it got moved way up to 9:00am so there was no sense in trying to get drunk or anything.  The Grindavík boys had a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106600155160096391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106600155160096391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106600155160096391' title='Weekend'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-106579294800270483</id><published>2003-10-10T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T09:35:47.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone teach me to eat</title><summary type='text'>     The Grindavík girls lost last night to Keflavík 73-104.  I’m not sure what happened yet, but I’m sure I’ll find out today at practice.  Today is one of my more eventful days because Helgi Már only works until lunch and then we go lift around 2:00 and then I have practice at 4:00.  To top the days events off it’s also Friday so that’s always good.  Apparently, we’re (meaning I overheard him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106579294800270483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106579294800270483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106579294800270483' title='Someone teach me to eat'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-106569305592716513</id><published>2003-10-09T05:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T05:56:44.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not even a BENCH WARMER!!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I found out yesterday at practice I didn’t make the team of 10 for the 1st game of the season.  What a shocker!!  A soccer player who hasn’t played competitively since high school, (and even then I sat the bench), who isn’t even two months out of her cast.  That wasn’t even the bad news though.  The bad news is I don’t think that I will get the chance or the option to be put on the team to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106569305592716513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106569305592716513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106569305592716513' title='Not even a BENCH WARMER!!'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-106561396559630970</id><published>2003-10-08T07:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T07:52:45.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Banquet plus</title><summary type='text'>Hi all.  I realized that most of you got sent my email about the blogspot twice so sorry about that.  The last two days haven’t been anything special.  I just did the same old same old.  Wake up, make breakfast, clean the house a little about, listen to music, and of course jump on the computer.  I have to take my GRE’s soon so I have also been studying for that.  Oh and no I don’t work right now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106561396559630970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106561396559630970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106561396559630970' title='Banquet plus'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-106544968267623645</id><published>2003-10-06T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T10:14:42.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chicken Experience</title><summary type='text'>Hello everybody.  Sorry this second entry took so long to get on the site, but I was doing some major renovation.  Well, I am always doing something new in Iceland.  I can’t believe some of the things I do now that I live in the middle of nowhere.  Last night Helgi and I wanted to make some extra money so we helped out a guy he knows with his chickens.  Helgi had mentioned to me some time ago </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106544968267623645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106544968267623645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106544968267623645' title='The Chicken Experience'/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812693.post-106389286871114086</id><published>2003-09-18T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T10:01:59.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Iceland </title><summary type='text'>Hello everyone back in America.  I decided to set up this little forum so that I could try to keep up with everyone better than I have been doing.  A lot of people here in Iceland use blogspot so I thought I would give it a try also.  I am not sure how often I will use this, but we´ll just see how it goes.  I´ve got a lot more to set up to make this site look more interesting so hopefully I´ll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106389286871114086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812693/posts/default/106389286871114086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workdstick.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106389286871114086' title='Greetings from Iceland '/><author><name>workdstick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
