<?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-28927831</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:50:33.491+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I en hage finnes mange ting.</title><subtitle type='html'>Ikke bare blomster...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-8416708802695999904</id><published>2008-02-05T23:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:09:32.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Snø, tanker og sånn...</title><content type='html'>En dag gikk Lisa en tur I den deilige nye snøen.&lt;br /&gt;Hun koste seg, for snø er noe av det beste hun vet.&lt;br /&gt;I alle fall når det er mye av den.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa synes at snø på trær er mye koseligere enn&lt;br /&gt;snø på biler, så hun gikk opp til skogen.&lt;br /&gt;Det var akkurat passe kaldt ute.&lt;br /&gt;Kaldt nok til å få en frisk rosa farge i kinnene,&lt;br /&gt;men ikke så kaldt at man blir rød på nesen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etter å ha gått en stund fant Lisa en åpen plass mellom trærne.&lt;br /&gt;Hun la seg ned på bakken for å tenke litt,&lt;br /&gt;for noen ganger har man viktige ting å tenke på. Ting som man bare får til å tenke på når man ligger på bakken i skogen.&lt;br /&gt;Det er som regel lettere å tenke når man ser opp mot himmelen&lt;br /&gt;og snøen lander forsiktig i ansiktet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mens Lisa lå der fikk hun øye på en spesiell gren&lt;br /&gt;som hang litt for seg selv på et tre.&lt;br /&gt;Den hadde litt mer snø på seg enn alle de andre grenene,&lt;br /&gt;og var en sånn gren som man bare må prøve å finne ut&lt;br /&gt;om man klarer å riste snøen ned fra.&lt;br /&gt;Problemet var bare at grenen hang høyt oppe i treet,&lt;br /&gt;og Lisa er ikke akkurat veldig høy,&lt;br /&gt;så hun trodde ikke at hun kom til å nå opp til den.&lt;br /&gt;Men snøen lå der, så alt for fristende,&lt;br /&gt;så Lisa bestemte seg for å prøve allikevel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun reiste seg opp, gikk bort til treet og strakk&lt;br /&gt;seg så høyt hun kunne, men hun var langt fra å nå opp.&lt;br /&gt;Hun prøvde å hoppe for å få tak i grenen, men hun kom ikke i nærheten.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa gikk et stykke unna, lagde en snøball og kastet den mot grenen,&lt;br /&gt;men hun klarte ikke å kaste den hardt nok.&lt;br /&gt;Hun gikk tilbake og stilte seg under grenen og så litt stygt på den,&lt;br /&gt;men av en eller annen merkelig grunn hjalp ikke det heller noe særlig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til slutt aksepterte Lisa sitt nederlag og snudde seg for å gå hjem.&lt;br /&gt;Akkurat da kom det et vindkast som blåste all snøen ned fra grenen&lt;br /&gt;og rett i hodet til Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;Hun fikk snø i nakken og ble nesten litt irritert et lite øyeblikk.&lt;br /&gt;Men hun kom seg over det ganske fort og ristet snøen av seg.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa tenkte seg litt om, så opp mot himmelen, smilte lurt og sa stille.&lt;br /&gt;”Det er juks. Du er mye høyere enn meg.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-8416708802695999904?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/8416708802695999904/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=8416708802695999904&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/8416708802695999904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/8416708802695999904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2008/02/en-dag-gikk-lisa-en-tur-i-den-deilige.html' title='Snø, tanker og sånn...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-483384722884771305</id><published>2007-11-05T20:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:26:33.619+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bilder</title><content type='html'>Lisa har mange bilder inni hodet sitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine bilder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilder som kan bli til de vakreste malerier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men Lisa har et problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bildene er ikke egentlig bilder, de er sanger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man kan ikke male sanger, kan man vel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så Lisa har bilder inni hodet sitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun har sanger inni hodet sitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanger som må bli malt for å komme ut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hvordan maler man en sang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En dag skal Lisa male en sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun må bare finne ut hvordan man gjør det først.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-483384722884771305?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/483384722884771305/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=483384722884771305&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/483384722884771305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/483384722884771305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2007/11/bilder.html' title='Bilder'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-8388243949864197901</id><published>2007-10-09T07:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T19:26:56.287+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hei hå, nå er det vinter igjen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiddelibom og huttemegtu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-8388243949864197901?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/8388243949864197901/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=8388243949864197901&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/8388243949864197901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/8388243949864197901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2007/10/hei-h-n-er-det-vinter-igjen.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-1788430352209051989</id><published>2007-10-04T22:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T22:54:19.429+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dag så Lisa julemarsipan i butikken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julemarsipan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-1788430352209051989?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/1788430352209051989/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=1788430352209051989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/1788430352209051989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/1788430352209051989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dag-s-lisa-julemarsipan-i-butikken.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-4172608793723809073</id><published>2007-09-24T20:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:00:09.801+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa har vært i oslo.</title><content type='html'>Der har hun samlet på kastanjer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spist lunsj på en benk i en park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Møtt gamle kjente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veldig gamle kjente, faktisk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa har filosofert over om søringer egentlig er norsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folk fra nord-norge er i alle fall mer norsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det er logisk i Lisas hode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa har blitt inspirert og begeistret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun har blitt utfordret på flere måter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mest inne i seg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa har flydd i skyene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;På flere måter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessuten er hun mye smartere enn før.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nemlig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-4172608793723809073?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/4172608793723809073/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=4172608793723809073&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/4172608793723809073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/4172608793723809073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2007/09/ng-07.html' title='Lisa har vært i oslo.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-175458479685642034</id><published>2007-09-05T13:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T14:08:18.605+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Når det er sommer...</title><content type='html'>...finnes det blomster overalt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/Rt6YPI-5DOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vYsawr-25QA/s1600-h/P1000020+a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106686413361450210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/Rt6YPI-5DOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vYsawr-25QA/s320/P1000020+a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...legger man merke til hvor vakker verden er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/Rt6YPY-5DPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hTStiWsyN14/s1600-h/P1040822+a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106686417656417522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/Rt6YPY-5DPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hTStiWsyN14/s320/P1040822+a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...møter man nye skapninger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/Rt6YPY-5DQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uH_H3lWE_74/s1600-h/P1050025+a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106686417656417538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/Rt6YPY-5DQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uH_H3lWE_74/s320/P1050025+a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...får man nye drømmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/Rt6YPo-5DRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yf-vsajbmmk/s1600-h/P1000053+a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106686421951384850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/Rt6YPo-5DRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yf-vsajbmmk/s320/P1000053+a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...samler man på minner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/Rt6YPo-5DSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-lBoJsXyQ9s/s1600-h/P1050268+a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106686421951384866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/Rt6YPo-5DSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-lBoJsXyQ9s/s320/P1050268+a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...håper man at verden aldri forandrer seg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/Rt6bUI-5DUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wd4AQvMBLvQ/s1600-h/P1000064+a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106689797795679554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/Rt6bUI-5DUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wd4AQvMBLvQ/s400/P1000064+a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-175458479685642034?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/175458479685642034/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=175458479685642034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/175458479685642034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/175458479685642034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2007/09/nr-det-er-sommer.html' title='Når det er sommer...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/Rt6YPI-5DOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vYsawr-25QA/s72-c/P1000020+a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-419406637076864507</id><published>2007-06-09T11:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T12:01:21.189+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nye oppdagelser.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Når det er vår legger Lisa alltid merke til nye ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting som hun ikke har visst om før, eller ting som hun hadde glemt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den siste uken har Lisa oppdaget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At det er mye koseligere å gå tur i Ramfjorden enn i byen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At hun liker å se på ansiktet til mennesker som sykler fort i nedoverbakker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At hun synes ødelagte non-stop smaker bedre enn de som er hele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At hun får fregner når hun soler seg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At hun får lyst til å vaske når hun hører på Børud-gjengen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At hun ikke tenker på Tromsø-dialekt, men varierer mellom bokmål og Bodø-dialekt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At man trenger faktisk ikke å være forelsket for å være lykkelig om våren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At det er begrenset hvor mye forskjellig man kan finne på å skrive om blomster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/Rmp53P2sAJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/K2_P7olU47g/s1600-h/Bilde015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074001920241959058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/Rmp53P2sAJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/K2_P7olU47g/s200/Bilde015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074002435638034610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/Rmp6VP2sALI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CZe_VCUFmGw/s200/Bilde010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-419406637076864507?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/419406637076864507/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=419406637076864507&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/419406637076864507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/419406637076864507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2007/06/nye-oppdagelser.html' title='Nye oppdagelser.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/Rmp53P2sAJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/K2_P7olU47g/s72-c/Bilde015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-4766863584608238721</id><published>2007-05-15T20:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T20:41:17.452+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Noen ganger ser man sommerfugler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da blir man litt glad i seg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-4766863584608238721?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/4766863584608238721/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=4766863584608238721&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/4766863584608238721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/4766863584608238721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2007/05/noen-ganger-ser-man-sommerfugler.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-7569894377032620791</id><published>2007-05-02T09:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:03:47.097+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blomsterbuketten tel ho mor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lisa har en helt.&lt;br /&gt;En skrive-koselige-ting-så-folk-blir-glad-helt.&lt;br /&gt;En morfar.&lt;br /&gt;Han Far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han er den som alltid skriver koselige vers på bursdagskort.&lt;br /&gt;Den som skriver timebestilling i diktform når han synes det er for lang ventetid hos legen.&lt;br /&gt;Han er den som kan skrive om helt vanlige ting, og får dem til å virke så morsomme, koselige og søte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Som for eksempel den dagen han gikk for å plukke blomster til ho Mor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blomsterbuketten tel ho mor&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan det heran stemme?&lt;br /&gt;E det nokka som e galt?&lt;br /&gt;Æ e så flink tel å glemme.&lt;br /&gt;Det e jo nesten fatalt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No skal du bære høre,&lt;br /&gt;ka som hente mæ i sta.&lt;br /&gt;Æ skulle plukke blomster,&lt;br /&gt;for å gjøre kjærringa gla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin bukett fra stranda,&lt;br /&gt;det skal madamen få.&lt;br /&gt;Med blomstersaks i handa&lt;br /&gt;begynte æ å gå.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Æ rusla ner tel fjæra&lt;br /&gt;så lerkeblid og glad.&lt;br /&gt;Ho skal ha heile æra&lt;br /&gt;For at vi to har det så bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Æ tulla rundt der nede&lt;br /&gt;og så på hett, og hint.&lt;br /&gt;Den her flakken må æ frede,&lt;br /&gt;for det e jo så fint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En stein låg midt i støa,&lt;br /&gt;den måtte ryddes bort.&lt;br /&gt;No har æ tjent tel føda.&lt;br /&gt;Det e godt med alt som e gjort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Æ rette ryggen og kræmte&lt;br /&gt;Rusle så opp tel ho mor.&lt;br /&gt;Men blomstran som æ glemte,&lt;br /&gt;Nevnes ikkje med et ord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Skrevet av Olav Jarle Lakselv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RjpOBZCqt6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/GE0MnH5XbwE/s1600-h/mor+og+far.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RjpOBZCqt6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/GE0MnH5XbwE/s1600-h/mor+og+far.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060442917113083810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RjpOBZCqt6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/GE0MnH5XbwE/s200/mor+og+far.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RjpOBZCqt6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/GE0MnH5XbwE/s1600-h/mor+og+far.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-7569894377032620791?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/7569894377032620791/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=7569894377032620791&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/7569894377032620791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/7569894377032620791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2007/05/blomsterbuketten-tel-ho-mor.html' title='Blomsterbuketten tel ho mor.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RjpOBZCqt6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/GE0MnH5XbwE/s72-c/mor+og+far.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-3153855037232839907</id><published>2007-04-19T08:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:08:31.827+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Det finnes blomster i verden igjen!</title><content type='html'>Hvilken herlig dag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alle hjerter gleder seg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I alle fall Lisa sitt hjerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der finnes det flere blomster enn noen gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa blir glad av at det er vår igjen.&lt;br /&gt;Hun blir glad når hun oppdager at blomstene kommer tilbake.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa blir glad av å se at ting smelter fram.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa er glad.&lt;br /&gt;Og litt lykkelig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RicTUZJyJOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ReHJwRNgwEM/s1600-h/hestehov.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055030347816903906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RicTUZJyJOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ReHJwRNgwEM/s200/hestehov.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-3153855037232839907?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/3153855037232839907/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=3153855037232839907&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/3153855037232839907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/3153855037232839907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2007/04/det-finnes-blomster-i-verden-igjen.html' title='Det finnes blomster i verden igjen!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RicTUZJyJOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ReHJwRNgwEM/s72-c/hestehov.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-2766395116893785487</id><published>2007-03-16T08:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T08:10:18.005+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noen ganger kan man..</title><content type='html'>..overse rare sistenkommentarer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..late som man aldri har hørt om sisten før. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..overbevise seg selv om at som sisten er et ord på et språk man ikke kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..bare innrømme at man ikke har fantasi nok akkurat nå til å skrive tusen rare ting om seg selv..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..skrive en historie om en edderkopp som heter Hallgeir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-2766395116893785487?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/2766395116893785487/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=2766395116893785487&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/2766395116893785487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/2766395116893785487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2007/03/noen-ganger-kan-man.html' title='Noen ganger kan man..'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-8252486140207213704</id><published>2007-02-24T00:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T00:48:54.047+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I kveld opplevde Lisa alle barns drøm.&lt;br /&gt;Hun fant en hund.&lt;br /&gt;En ekte, levende hund. &lt;br /&gt;I alle barns drøm har selvfølgelig denne hunden ingen eier &lt;br /&gt;og man må bare beholde hunden&lt;br /&gt;Men Lisa har jo allerede en hund, så hun bestemte seg for å finne ut hvor den kom fra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etter en stund klarte Lisa å tyde skriften på halsbåndet til hunden &lt;br /&gt;og der sto nummeret til mannen som eide hunden.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa ringte mannen, mannen ble glad, &lt;br /&gt;hunden og mannen ble gjenforent og alt endte lykkelig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-8252486140207213704?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/8252486140207213704/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=8252486140207213704&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/8252486140207213704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/8252486140207213704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-kveld-opplevde-lisa-alle-barns-drm.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-6129261346562898942</id><published>2007-02-07T07:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T07:59:39.702+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Noen ganger ønsker Lisa seg en skilpadde.&lt;br /&gt;Og en and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men aller mest en skilpadde.&lt;br /&gt;Eller en and...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-6129261346562898942?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/6129261346562898942/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=6129261346562898942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/6129261346562898942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/6129261346562898942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2007/02/noen-ganger-nsker-lisa-seg-en-skilpadde.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-4171484083546175905</id><published>2007-01-28T18:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T18:42:29.312+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Noen ganger ser Lisa på nyhetene.&lt;br /&gt;Uten lyd og uten å se på overskriftene.&lt;br /&gt;Da kan hun lage sine egne nyheter.&lt;br /&gt;De er mye koseligere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-4171484083546175905?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/4171484083546175905/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=4171484083546175905&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/4171484083546175905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/4171484083546175905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2007/01/noen-ganger-ser-lisa-p-nyhetene.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-3669494893215526840</id><published>2007-01-19T09:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T10:02:19.217+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noen ganger..</title><content type='html'>Lisa har mange tanker i hodet sitt.&lt;br /&gt;De fleste tankene starter med "noen ganger..."&lt;br /&gt;For eksempel kan Lisa plutselig tenke "Noen ganger sykler man."&lt;br /&gt;eller "Noen ganger ser man en sau når man går tur."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den mest brukte akkurat nå er&lt;br /&gt;"Noen ganger bor man andre steder enn man gjorde før.&lt;br /&gt; Helt alene."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-3669494893215526840?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/3669494893215526840/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=3669494893215526840&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/3669494893215526840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/3669494893215526840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2007/01/noen-ganger.html' title='Noen ganger..'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-4525769335081955197</id><published>2006-12-15T20:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T21:02:29.778+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Juleforberedelser</title><content type='html'>Lille elsker å bade i havet. Hele året.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hver gang Lille og Lisa går tur i fjæra svømmer Lille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De få månedene det er is på fjorden, og hun ikke kan svømme. ser hun litt merkelig trist ut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lille hater å bade i badekaret. Dypt og inderlig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dag har Lisa julevasket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun har julevasket Lille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lille er sur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RYL9NpuPqLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bOrVBcubh0U/s1600-h/P1040136+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008844146569357490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RYL9NpuPqLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bOrVBcubh0U/s200/P1040136+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RYL9YZuPqMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hBQaga0VIwM/s1600-h/P1040148+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008844331252951234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RYL9YZuPqMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hBQaga0VIwM/s200/P1040148+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RYL9gJuPqNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pY7x8wM8XZU/s1600-h/Uten+navn+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008844464396937426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RYL9gJuPqNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pY7x8wM8XZU/s200/Uten+navn+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-4525769335081955197?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/4525769335081955197/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=4525769335081955197&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/4525769335081955197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/4525769335081955197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/12/juleforberedelser.html' title='Juleforberedelser'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RYL9NpuPqLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bOrVBcubh0U/s72-c/P1040136+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-3878121148618399952</id><published>2006-12-14T01:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T01:54:58.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se, det snør!</title><content type='html'>Joho, det gjør det.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-3878121148618399952?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/3878121148618399952/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=3878121148618399952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/3878121148618399952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/3878121148618399952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/12/se-det-snr.html' title='Se, det snør!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-7655198472694871405</id><published>2006-12-07T01:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:59:54.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blomst x 1448 = Lei?</title><content type='html'>Av en eller annen grunn finner ikke Lisa så mange blomster for tiden.&lt;br /&gt;Derfor kommer historien om det store blomsterkunsteprosjektet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det var en helt vanlig tirsdag.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa var på skolen og lærte om naturlige og geometriske former.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa satt litt i sine egne tanker.&lt;br /&gt;Hun prøvde å komme på hva det var hun skulle huske å ta med seg på skolen i dag. Plutselig sa den søte læreren, Marte, at alle kunne ta fram frukten de hadde tatt med. For nå skulle de tegne et naturstudie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hele klassen begynte å se litt nervøst på hverandre, noen lot som de lette etter frukten i sekken sin, andre spurte nervøst om kantina solgte frukt og om den fortsatt var åpen. Ingen hadde husket frukten.&lt;br /&gt;Så hele klassen løp ned til kantina for å kjøpe epler og appelsiner, for det var det eneste de hadde. Lisa syntes dette ble litt kjedelig, så hun prøvde å komme på noe annet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;På bordene i kantina hadde noen pyntet med blomster. Det syntes hun var helt perfekt.&lt;br /&gt;Hun tok med seg en plante, og gikk litt stolt opp til klasserommet.&lt;br /&gt;Resten av timen brukte de på å tegne naturstudie, og slik ble blomsten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RX_3V5uPp_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2ZdGR9p-ICU/s1600-h/liten%20blomst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007993266303379442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RX_3V5uPp_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2ZdGR9p-ICU/s200/liten%2520blomst.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ikke det beste hun har tegnet, men det så ut som en blomst i alle fall :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa trodde at hun var ferdig med dette nå, så hun satte planten tilbake til kantina og gikk hjem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dette kunne vært slutten på denne historien, men nei.&lt;br /&gt;Neste time fikk Lisa vite at hun skulle fortsette å jobbe med blomsten.&lt;br /&gt;Hun skulle lage en versjon av geometriske former, to forskjellige stiliserte versjoner, lage en versjon i sort papp og et abstrakt bilde.&lt;br /&gt;Dette syntes Lisa var gøy, så hun ble fort ferdig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den neste timen var ikke Lisa på skolen, så da hun kom tilbake uken etter ble hun litt overrasket. For å si det kort: Alle skulle lage tre forskjellige border, tre forskjellige flatemønster og tre forskjellige ornament. Av det samme mønsterelementet. Altså blomsten.&lt;br /&gt;Siden Lisa synes at blomster kan brukes til alt mulig, og spesielt alle mulige slags mønster, var det ikke så vanskelig å komme på noe å tegne. Men det tok jo litt mer tid enn det hun hadde gjort før, og hun ble litt lei av å tegne de samme blomstene hele tiden.&lt;br /&gt;Så hun var ganske glad da hun endelig ble ferdig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RX_3nZuPqAI/AAAAAAAAACE/W_IvdFwloOA/s1600-h/Bilde043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007993566951090178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RX_3nZuPqAI/AAAAAAAAACE/W_IvdFwloOA/s200/Bilde043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007993644260501522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RX_3r5uPqBI/AAAAAAAAACM/m_9oXFVJLCI/s200/Bilde046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RX_3yZuPqCI/AAAAAAAAACU/SiCC9cD4qs8/s1600-h/Bilde047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007993755929651234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RX_3yZuPqCI/AAAAAAAAACU/SiCC9cD4qs8/s200/Bilde047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007994090937100338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RX_4F5uPqDI/AAAAAAAAACc/vfgYhPsEess/s200/P1040112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siden Lisa var syk hadde hun jobbet med dette hjemme, og hun visste ikke så mye om hva de andre hadde gjort. Så da hun kom på skolen igjen ble hun nesten litt oppgitt. Den neste oppgaven var å lage en spisebrikke til høstfesten. Basert på det samme mønsterelementet de hadde jobbet med den siste måneden, altså blomsten. Tre forskjellige fargeutkast, og den siste skulle stilles ut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RX_4nZuPqGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ay2A56gjFBU/s1600-h/P1040122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007994666462718050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RX_4nZuPqGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ay2A56gjFBU/s200/P1040122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007994520433829970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RX_4e5uPqFI/AAAAAAAAACs/e6KXAxjjUNQ/s200/P1040121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RX_4aZuPqEI/AAAAAAAAACk/CSv3xyrUMtM/s1600-h/P1040119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007994443124418626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RX_4aZuPqEI/AAAAAAAAACk/CSv3xyrUMtM/s200/P1040119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da Lisa var ferdig med alt dette satte hun seg ned å telte alle blomstene hun hadde tegnet og malt.&lt;br /&gt;724. Dette var bare de som ble med i den ferdige innleveringen. Lisa hadde selvfølgelig tegnet alle blomstene med blyant før hun tegnet over med tusj eller malte over de. Alstå 1448.&lt;br /&gt;Og da teller ikke Lisa alle de kladdeblomstene hun tegnet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Så hvis noen har forslag om noe annet Lisa kan være opptatt av en stund er dette den rette tiden å si fra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-7655198472694871405?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/7655198472694871405/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=7655198472694871405&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/7655198472694871405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/7655198472694871405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/12/av-en-eller-annen-grunn-finner-ikke.html' title='Blomst x 1448 = Lei?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4hox3YOTA5E/RX_3V5uPp_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2ZdGR9p-ICU/s72-c/liten%2520blomst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-4414124154091741313</id><published>2006-11-19T13:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T13:41:28.364+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ting man kan gjøre morgenen etter en høststorm.</title><content type='html'>1. Stå opp tidlig nok til å dra på møte, men ikke rekke det allikevell fordi man må ned i nabofjæra å hente båten som blåste avgårde i går.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gå med plastpose og en lekespade å plukke opp hundebæsjen som smeltet fram i går, mens hunden går ved siden av å beiter av gresset som smeltet fram i går.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gå inn akkurat tidsnok til å se at Norge vant stafetten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sove videre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-4414124154091741313?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/4414124154091741313/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=4414124154091741313&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/4414124154091741313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/4414124154091741313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/11/ting-man-kan-gjre-morgenen-etter-en.html' title='Ting man kan gjøre morgenen etter en høststorm.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-4341278225957173175</id><published>2006-11-14T19:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:14:10.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Langt borte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1879/3531/1600/img_45576f0444da2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1879/3531/320/img_45576f0444da2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa har en lillesøster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hun heter Sara Kristine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara Kristine er i India.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Det er langt borte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-4341278225957173175?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/4341278225957173175/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=4341278225957173175&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/4341278225957173175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/4341278225957173175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/11/langt-borte.html' title='Langt borte.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-116268669585831880</id><published>2006-11-05T00:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:25:10.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Der Lisa bor.</title><content type='html'>-Der Lisa har huset sitt finnes det bare sauer.&lt;br /&gt;-Der Lisa har huset sitt bor i hvertfall ikke mer enn 50 folk.&lt;br /&gt;-Der Lisa har huset sitt skjer det aldri noe.&lt;br /&gt;-Der Lisa har huset sitt ligger folk i veikanten for å stjele luften fra dekkene dine hvis du kjører for sakte forbi.&lt;br /&gt;-Der Lisa har huset sitt har alle minst en skrotbil på gårdsplassen.&lt;br /&gt;-Der Lisa har huset sitt er alle bønder.&lt;br /&gt;-Der Lisa har huset sitt tar det minst fire timer å kjøre til byen.&lt;br /&gt;-Der Lisa har huset sitt bor alle i stråhus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa flyttet dit hun bor nå for ni år siden. Siden da har hun hørt alle mulige rare påstander om bygda(?) si. Lisa vet sanneten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Der Lisa bor finnes det mange sauer, men også en del andre interessante skapninger. Kyr, hester, ender, fisker, men det er nok flest sauer, ja.&lt;br /&gt;-Der Lisa bor, bor det ca 800 stykker. (Det sa iallefall en lærer en gang)&lt;br /&gt;-Der Lisa bor skjer det ikke alltid så mye. Men de innfødte er ganske flink til å lage litt action selv. For eksempel det uoppklarte mysteriet med det forsvunnede skoleskiltet. På Lisas gamle skole fantes det et skilt. Det var omtrent 4x1.5 meter og ganske tungt, så ingen kunne forstå hvordan det kunne forsvinne. En fortvilet vaktmester kom i avisen og ba om hjelp til å finne skiltet, men det er fortsatt borte den dag i dag. Eller den gangen husflidslaget fant trusler skrevet i blod på grendehuset. Politiet ble tilkalt, og hele bygda var overlykkelig fordi det endelig skjedde noe. Hele bygda visste ikke at guttene i klassen til Lisa nettopp hadde vært ute og laget en skrekkfilm. Ved grendehuset.&lt;br /&gt;-Der Lisa bor er der aldri noen som kjører så sakte at de får tak i luften uansett hvor mye de prøver.&lt;br /&gt;-Der Lisa bor finnes det én mann som har skrotbiler i hele bygda.&lt;br /&gt;-Der Lisa bor trenger du ikke være bonde for å ha fjøs.&lt;br /&gt;-Der Lisa bor tar det 20 min til sentrum. En time med buss.&lt;br /&gt;-Der Lisa bor finnes det ingen stråhus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nemlig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-116268669585831880?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/116268669585831880/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=116268669585831880&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/116268669585831880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/116268669585831880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/11/der-lisa-bor.html' title='Der Lisa bor.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-116232812055662520</id><published>2006-10-31T20:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:25:09.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>En vinterkveld.</title><content type='html'>Det var en gang en Lisa og en Lille som var alene hjemme sammen hver dag. En hel vinter.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa og Lille hadde ikke alltid så mye å gjøre, så de bestemte seg for å gå på turer. Hver dag.&lt;br /&gt;De gikk på tur i skogen, etter veien, i fjæra, og på jordene nedfor huset. Men det morsomste de visste var å leke i snøen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etter hvert ble det sommer og resten av familien fikk ferie.&lt;br /&gt;Plutselig var det lettere for Lisa og Lille å finne på andre ting å gjøre.&lt;br /&gt;De gikk fortsatt turer, men ikke like ofte som før.&lt;br /&gt;Det var ikke like gøy uten all snøen uansett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kveld gikk Lisa og Lille på vinterens første ute-og-leke-i-snøen-tur.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa fant fram boblebuksen sin og en tykk ullgenser.&lt;br /&gt;Da Lille forsto hva som skulle skje løp hun ut til yttergangen.&lt;br /&gt;Hun løp faktisk så fort at hun ikke klarte å stoppe før hun krasjet i ytterdøren.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa åpnet døren og Lille hoppet ned trappen, pløyde seg gjennom snøen og skled ned bakken til fjæra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etter en stund i fjæra gikk de to opp til hagen igjen, og siden alle blomstene var begravd, lagde Lisa sine egne telys-blomster. Lisa og Lille la seg ned og så på alle stjernene.&lt;br /&gt;De ble enige om at dette hadde vært en ganske fin kveld. &lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/lysblomst1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/Uten%20navn45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/Uten%20navn51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/Uten%20navn51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-116232812055662520?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/116232812055662520/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=116232812055662520&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/116232812055662520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/116232812055662520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/10/en-vinterkveld.html' title='En vinterkveld.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-116143018343471137</id><published>2006-10-21T13:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:25:09.819+01:00</updated><title type='text'>En dag..</title><content type='html'>.. finner Lisa på noe genialt å skrive om.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da skal hun oppdatere bloggen sin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-116143018343471137?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/116143018343471137/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=116143018343471137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/116143018343471137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/116143018343471137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/10/en-dag.html' title='En dag..'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-116058299345580781</id><published>2006-10-11T17:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:25:09.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>En tur i (blomster)bilder.</title><content type='html'>Lisa har vært i Stavanger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun har aldri vært veldig flink til å huske å ta bilder på slike turer, og denne turen var intet unntak...&lt;br /&gt;De få bildene hun husket å ta var av ting med blomster på.&lt;br /&gt;Merkelig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;På turen nedover foreksempel tok Lisa tog.&lt;br /&gt;På togturen brukte Lisa sitt fine, brune blomsterpledd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/blomsterpledd.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/blomsterpledd.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Stavanger bodde Lisa på et fint hotell.&lt;br /&gt;På frokostbordet var det pyntet med roser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa fant også en vinduvasketing som så ut som en blomst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/blomsterting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/blomsterting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etter en fantastisk tur tok hun toget tilbake igjen.&lt;br /&gt;Sammen med pleddet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/pledd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/pledd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-116058299345580781?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/116058299345580781/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=116058299345580781&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/116058299345580781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/116058299345580781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/10/en-tur-i-blomsterbilder.html' title='En tur i (blomster)bilder.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-115869339477129499</id><published>2006-09-19T20:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:25:09.684+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sommer så Lisa en film sammen med Fie.&lt;br /&gt;"A walk to remember"&lt;br /&gt;Jenta i filmen hadde lagd en liste over ting hun ville gjøre før hun døde.&lt;br /&gt;Plutselig begynte Fie å prate om ting hun hadde lyst til,&lt;br /&gt;og da måtte jo også Lisa tenke litt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Først kom hun bare på typiske Lisa-ting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun ville bo i et hus med en fin blomsterhage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun hadde lyst til å bo i Egypt og reise på ferie til Afrika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa ville ro på en innsjø med vannliljer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun ville plante et sånn blomster-tre som hun fant i Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dette var jo ting som hvem som helst kunne ha gjettet etter å ha vært bare en dag sammen med Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Etter en stund oppdaget Lisa rare tanker i hodet sitt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plutselig ville hun prøve å sprenge ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa fikk veldig lyst til å knuse en bil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En tv?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eller bruke en svær gravemaskin til å ødelegge et hus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slå folk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rare ting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa ble litt redd.&lt;br /&gt;Hvor kom disse tankene fra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa skylder på piercingen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hæ? Snike på noen sin lillebror sitt rom mens dem va på ferie for å finne en film å se på?&lt;br /&gt;Æ skjønne ikkje ka du mene. (A)&lt;br /&gt;D va ikkje mæ.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-115869339477129499?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/115869339477129499/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=115869339477129499&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115869339477129499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115869339477129499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-sommer-s-lisa-en-film-sammen-med-fie.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-115731128436200572</id><published>2006-09-03T20:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:25:09.612+01:00</updated><title type='text'>jaktsesong?</title><content type='html'>Det var en gang en Lisa og en Linda.&lt;br /&gt;Lisaen og Lindaen gikk på en skole.&lt;br /&gt;Siden alle lærerene alltid drakk kaffe var det ingenting å gjøre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa og Linda kjedet seg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plutselig fikk Linda en idé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En blomsterjakt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;På en slik ny og moderne skole måtte det vel finnes blomster i tusentall.&lt;br /&gt;Men nei. De fant ingen blomster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda som var i det smarte hjørnet foreslo at de skulle gå ut å lete.&lt;br /&gt;Så det gjorde de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der fant de bare en veistikke som trodde den var en blomst.&lt;br /&gt;Linda syntes den var fin, så hun bestemte seg for at den skulle bli hennes venn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plutseli skuet Lisa noe vakkert i det fjerne. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/lisafinnerenblomst.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/320/lisafinnerenblomst.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En hel krukke full av blomster!&lt;br /&gt;Linda ble så glad at hun måtte smile så mye hun bare klarte. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/toblomster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/toblomster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misjn kåmplisjd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-115731128436200572?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/115731128436200572/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=115731128436200572&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115731128436200572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115731128436200572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/09/jaktsesong_03.html' title='jaktsesong?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-115618819162918767</id><published>2006-08-21T21:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:25:09.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>En høst.</title><content type='html'>Hva trenger Lisa for å gå på skolen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blomster-tresko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selvfølgelig :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/Uten%20navn.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/320/Uten%20navn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hvis noen lurte, så har Lisa begynt på studieforberedende med formgiving.&lt;br /&gt;Så nå kan hun kunste så mange blomster hun bare vil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-115618819162918767?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/115618819162918767/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=115618819162918767&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115618819162918767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115618819162918767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/08/en-hst.html' title='En høst.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-115594207766665726</id><published>2006-08-19T00:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:25:09.345+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I dag.</title><content type='html'>I dag er Lisa like gammel som hennes mamma var da hun giftet seg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punktum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/Bilde008.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/320/Bilde008.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-115594207766665726?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/115594207766665726/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=115594207766665726&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115594207766665726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115594207766665726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dag_19.html' title='I dag.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-115549789967689141</id><published>2006-08-13T20:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:25:09.189+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Den dagen Lisa ble helten sin.</title><content type='html'>En gang gikk Lisa i en barnehage.&lt;br /&gt;Det morsomste Lisa visste var å synge i koret sitt.&lt;br /&gt;Koret hennes var en cd-spiller med Lotta Svartdahls "Lys Levende", noen tøffe gutter med luftgitar og selvfølgelig Lisa som sang av full hals :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Når Lisa ble stor skulle hun bli en sånn som sang i kor.&lt;br /&gt;Et ekte kor.&lt;br /&gt;For det gjorde alle heltene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En dag begynte Lisa å synge i det samme koret som den ene tøffe-gutten.&lt;br /&gt;Det koret het Levende Lys, og var det samme koret som sang på Lys Levende.&lt;br /&gt;Faktisk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den dagen ble Lisa en helt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hvem sin helt er du?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dette handlet ikke om blomster i det hele tatt.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-115549789967689141?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/115549789967689141/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=115549789967689141&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115549789967689141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115549789967689141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/08/den-dagen-lisa-ble-helten-sin.html' title='Den dagen Lisa ble helten sin.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-115498624133001585</id><published>2006-08-07T23:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:25:09.121+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa har...</title><content type='html'>..lært at en rød valmue er hvit før den blomstrer. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/valmue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/valmue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. en hamster som heter snøflak.&lt;br /&gt;(prøv å si det mens du puster ut gjennom nesen.&lt;br /&gt;"hnøfnak" :) gøy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..en båt som hun kan fiske i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/b??t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/b%3F%3Ft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..oppdaget at hun virkelig liker regn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..en hund som spiser sukkererter og kinakål. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/sukkererter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/sukkererter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. gitt opp forsøket på å skrive seriøse ting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. en Jesus-mann i hjertet sitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nemlig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-115498624133001585?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/115498624133001585/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=115498624133001585&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115498624133001585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115498624133001585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/08/lisa-har.html' title='Lisa har...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-115411523528880156</id><published>2006-07-28T20:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:25:09.052+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Det finnes en sommer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lisa hadde gitt opp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun hadde gitt opp håpet om å få se blomstene stråle i solskinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun hadde gitt opp å hekle på bikinien, og heklet heller en lue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun hadde gitt opp troen på at hun noen gang kunne bruke sommerkjolene sine, uten ullstrømpebukse under og ulljakke over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men det finnes en sommer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Også her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa våknet og så en sol på himmelen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa dro på ridetur.&lt;br /&gt;I fjæra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa svømte.&lt;br /&gt;I havet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa solte seg.&lt;br /&gt;Uten boblejakke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisa er lykkelig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helt inn i hjertet.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/harrykor??n.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/harrykor%3F%3Fn.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-115411523528880156?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/115411523528880156/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=115411523528880156&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115411523528880156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115411523528880156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/07/det-finnes-en-sommer.html' title='Det finnes en sommer.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-115317614039150018</id><published>2006-07-18T00:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T10:17:11.719+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidsfordriv.</title><content type='html'>Det er sommer og dårlig vær.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa kjeder seg.&lt;br /&gt;Når Lisa kjeder seg forandrer hun på håret sitt.&lt;br /&gt;Krølle, slette, spraye, sette opp og ellers det hun kan komme på.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dag ble resultatet slik. &lt;a href="http://bloer.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/320/me2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanskje Lisa skulle ha håret sånn hver dag...? :)&lt;br /&gt;Siden hun allerede har fått beskjed om å forandre sin personlighet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa kan også finne på å kunste når hun kjeder seg.&lt;br /&gt;Blomster foreksempel. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/P1030377%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/320/P1030377%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merkelig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-115317614039150018?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/115317614039150018/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=115317614039150018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115317614039150018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115317614039150018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/07/tidsfordriv.html' title='Tidsfordriv.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-115248096873397762</id><published>2006-07-09T23:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:25:08.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>blomster, bæsj og sofie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/blomsterb??sjfie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/blomsterb%3F%3Fsjfie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De to siste uken har æ og ho fie vært byjente!&lt;br /&gt;Vi har bodd i det fineste huset og passa på den søteste hunden.&lt;br /&gt;Siden Fie og æ har tvilling-hjerna har vi egentli hatt det veldi koselig.&lt;br /&gt;Gått mye tur, plukka blomster og plukka bæsj. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/trym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/trym.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innimellom va æ på besøk hos mor og far på bakkejorda, og der finnes de fineste blomstern i verden.&lt;br /&gt;Siden dette liksom e en blomster-blogg må æ jo legge ut bilda av dem :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blå valmuesøster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/bl??blomst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/bl%3F%3Fblomst.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eurikle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/hvitblomst.jpg" width="333" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stemorsblomst&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/orangeblomst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/orangeblomst.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/orangeblomst.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/orangeblomst.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forglemmegei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/litnblomst.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;og en fie-blomst :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/fiep??sommar??ya.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/fiep%3F%3Fsommar%3F%3Fya.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-115248096873397762?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/115248096873397762/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=115248096873397762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115248096873397762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115248096873397762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/07/blomster-bsj-og-sofie.html' title='blomster, bæsj og sofie.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-115076410533204611</id><published>2006-06-20T02:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:25:08.771+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lisa gikk i skogen og tok på skyene.&lt;br /&gt;Virkelig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-115076410533204611?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/115076410533204611/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=115076410533204611&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115076410533204611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115076410533204611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/06/lisa-gikk-i-skogen-og-tok-p-skyene.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-115046807568563437</id><published>2006-06-16T16:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:25:08.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dag gikk Lisa inn i en skummel butikk.&lt;br /&gt;"Er du en sånn som kan stikke hull i folk?" spurte hun damen som sto bak disken.&lt;br /&gt;Det var hun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nå har Lisa hull i leppa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-115046807568563437?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/115046807568563437/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=115046807568563437&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115046807568563437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/115046807568563437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dag-gikk-lisa-inn-i-en-skummel.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-114933090948550319</id><published>2006-06-03T11:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:25:08.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sommernatt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/Uten%20navn%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/Uten%20navn%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De var en gang tre ramfjordprinsesser som hadde bestemt seg for å gå en tur midt på natten.&lt;br /&gt;Det var en vakker natt, vannet lå stille på fjorden og fuglene sang en stille sang langt oppe i skogen.&lt;br /&gt;Plutselig fikk prinsessene øye på en snegle midt på veien de skulle gå på. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/Uten%20navn%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="76" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/Uten%20navn%201.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hva gjør du ute så sent, lille snegle" spurte Kine-prinsessen.&lt;br /&gt;"Kanskje den prøver å ta selvmord." foreslo Linda-prinsessen med triste øyne&lt;br /&gt;Lisa-prinsessen ble litt hysterisk i hjertet sitt og hylte "Men vi må jo redde den!"&lt;br /&gt;Den lille sneglen kunne jo ikke prate så den prøvde desperat å snegle seg fort over veien,&lt;br /&gt;men det gikk så sakte at Linda-prinsessen bestemte seg for at de måtte nok hjelpe den.&lt;br /&gt;Så hun løftet den opp &lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/Uten%20navn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;, så litt på den og gikk forsiktig bort til veikanten men den.&lt;br /&gt;"Sånn lille snegle, nå er du trygg" sa de og fortsatte sin vandring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Litt lengre borte på veien fant de et tegn fra sneglen på at de hadde gjort det rette, og at den var veldig gla for det. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/Uten%20navn%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/Uten%20navn%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snippsnappsnute, så fortsatte prinsessene å være ute, men du får ikke vite hva de gjorde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dagens to blomster : &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/Uten%20navn%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/200/Uten%20navn%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-114933090948550319?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/114933090948550319/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=114933090948550319&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/114933090948550319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/114933090948550319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/06/sommernatt.html' title='Sommernatt'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-114910593180157451</id><published>2006-05-31T21:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:25:08.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Å kunste.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/P1030296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/320/P1030296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stillheten har senket seg, og bare skrapingen fra penslene høres i ramfjorden.&lt;br /&gt;Det svinnende daglyset skinner inn i det stille rommet.&lt;br /&gt;Alle sitter i dyp konsentrasjon og de prøver å finne inspirasjon.&lt;br /&gt;"Hvorfor så alvorlig, Cathrin?" spør Kine som maler morsomme og skumle spøkelser.&lt;br /&gt;Cathrin maler noe med skjegg som kan fly.&lt;br /&gt;Ingen er helt sikre på hva det egentlig er.. Cathrin svarer ikke dette inngående spørsmålet som forstyrrer den rolige atmosfæren som preger hele fjorden.&lt;br /&gt;Og mens Linda maler fjærer, tar Lisa ett nydelig bilde. Alle prøver å skjule det triste humøret som henger tungt over oss, men hvis du ser nøye etter ser du nok tårevåte øyne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alt dette kunne jo selvfølgelig vært sant hvis det hadde handlet om noen andre..&lt;br /&gt;Men alle er glade, og Lisa har Jesus i hjertet sitt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-114910593180157451?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/114910593180157451/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=114910593180157451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/114910593180157451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/114910593180157451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/05/kunste.html' title='Å kunste.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28927831.post-114892323060538933</id><published>2006-05-29T19:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:25:08.464+01:00</updated><title type='text'>oioi!</title><content type='html'>Oi, se ka ho har gjort! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/1600/gule%20blomster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/472/3071/320/gule%20blomster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kem hadde væll trudd at en ramfjording kunne klare no sånnt?&lt;br /&gt;Kjenne nesten at data-hjertet mitt danse av glede.. Men bare nesten..&lt;br /&gt;Får vente å se kor d går :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28927831-114892323060538933?l=blomsterhage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/feeds/114892323060538933/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28927831&amp;postID=114892323060538933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/114892323060538933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28927831/posts/default/114892323060538933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomsterhage.blogspot.com/2006/05/oioi.html' title='oioi!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515278027261704904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
