I Googled an old boyfriend. What an interesting experience. He was an interesting experience! We met just as he was ending his foreign exchange year here in the states. He is from Oslo Norway. We swapped letters and dreamed of meeting again. But like all high school summer romances, except in Grease, it ended.
Stig is his name. He was part of the Norwegian Olympic cross country ski team. Oh yes, the legs were amazing. I knew his dad was a doctor and he was planning to go to med school.
Google was kind, the list was long. Seems he's not only a doctor, but the Orthopedic Surgeon for the Norwegian Olympic team and an internationally published researcher. I could have lived my life in Norway the wife of a minor celebrity. Oh well...
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Right, but you would have been in NORWAY.
Do you LIKE pickled fish?
Don't particularly like fish at all, and he didn't grow up to be very good looking.
Should I have included his picture in the post?
um, yeah.
But really can Norway compare to Huskerland?
Nothing compares to Huskerland. Surely you must have experienced the wonder that is our fair state.
We have our very own Michael James, and will soon have an International Quilt Study Center. It don't get better than that!
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