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I should go to bed. I SO should.

But I haven't. And despite the pain in my back and shoulders... probably will be a while longer. Heh.

Anywho, I adore the Olympics. I love them EVER so. I squee. It's bad. I take interest in sports that normally I don't care one bit about, but suddenly are terribly gripping and exciting.

=P

Also, yes, I'm born and raised American, so go USA...

But I'm half Norwegian, too, and my mother was born there. (My grandparents came over when she was 6 and my aunt 8.) So, my mother said today that she is very much an American, but (and I quote) "once a Norwegian, always a Norwegian, I guess." This amused me.

Then later, I spoke with my grandmother on the phone and she said (and again I quote, but you'll have to imagine her accent), "Of course I want the USA to do well. I just know the Norwegians will do better."

And, yeah, I've never been there. I don't even speak much. Even when I say "speak," I mean "translate in my brain when listening." I can say select phrases, but... apparently 3 year old me told my grandparents "don't speak that language to me!" and they LISTENED. WTF?! Seriously. And my grandmother loves to say something and see my blank stare and say "don't you understand *any* Norwegian?" in a teasing tone. And then tell the story about 3 year old me. >.<

I was put in speech therapy in 1st grade for speaking with a Norwegian accent. (My grandparents were our babysitters, and we spent a lot of time with them, explaining my accent. I had more of an accent than my *mother,* I've been told-she doesn't have one anyway. And this with a French-Canadian father who had no accent.)

I'm completely digressing.

My point is that I'm not Norwegian in any political or legal sense, but I'm *SO* Norwegian in spirit. And blood. And heritage.

When I mentioned not ever having been there, in response to a conversation about how excited we were when the Norwegians entered the Stadio Olympico (I love saying that), Mom said "Maybe you've never been there, and you're not *technically* a Norwegian, but you've been raised as one."

Which is so true. My mom raised us, and even before Dad died, we were more immersed in our Norwegian heritage than our French-Canadian/Danish heritage on his side. By the time I was almost 8, we pretty much only had Mom, her parents and her sister as family. So the Norwegian traditions and culture got pretty well engraved. And it SO didn't hurt that I have always *loved* that part of myself.

Anyone who knows me, knows this. It's one of the first things one might find out about me. I'm very proud of my heritage. I *like* being Norwegian.

I love all things Norway.

So, proudly waving my Norwegian flag during the Winter Games. Because Norway dominates. Even if it *didn't,* historically, I'd wave it.

...Except they totally do. More medals over-all than any other country. Boo-yah!

Right. Yeah. So, was a bit sad that Kari Traa didn't win gold for the women's moguls, but the Canadian was good. And they are our neighbors. And I *am* French-Canadian. So. Plus, Kari Traa won gold in Salt Lake. So that's okay.

Norway leads in the medal count after day 1! Woo! ...no gold, but that's okay.

Also, if I had more icon space, this would totally be my icon, which I made tonight because I wanted to:





...Of course, I DID totally root for Chad Hedrick in the speed skating tonight. And was way happy when he won.

So when it comes down to the US and Norway, I want the US to get gold and Norway silver.

A tie would be nice, actually. ;)



Anywho, I love the Olympics period. So Steph better put up with me, because I love these games.



I'm a geek. I know.

I totally can't even be coherent about this episode yet.

GUH.

I love George more than I have ever loved George before, and I loved him. OMG, George.

He owns my heart.

As do Burke and Cristina.

AND OMG TEH ENDING.



....I swear, this show kills me. It keeled me. I am emotional roadkill.