It's D-Day BABY!

D-day comes but once a year, and I don't know about you, but I feel like it just totally snuck up on me this year. Did you know that June 6 is also the National Holiday of Sweden? Let me stop right here to express my admiration for Sweden. I've never been there, but just the idea of Sweden gives me the tingles*. Look at this:

In 2005 [June 6] became an official Swedish public holiday, taking that honour from Whit Monday. This change led to fewer days off from work (more working-days) as the 6th of June will periodically fall on the weekend, unlike Whit Monday, which was always celebrated on a Monday. This has in turn led to complaints from some Swedish unions.

This problem has since been solved by giving each worker an extra eight hours of time-off to use when they so choose.

That's from Wikipedia, so I mean a monkey could have typed that with his buttcheeks, but I'm choosing to give this one the benefit of the doubt. Life throws them a herring, and they make it into a delicious pickled sild.

You have to admire the Swedish culture and heritage. They are a tall and beautiful, slender people. That's not to say there aren't short, ugly, fat Swedes, but they keep them well-hidden.

I participated in my first Covenant League softball game last night. That may be the most Swedish thing I've done since that night I was whipped with a twig in the Marriott Sauna in Jefferson City, but that's another story. The Swedes play softball with a rather large ball in the schoolyards of schools named after "famous" Norse explorers. I assume this was some form of militant Swedish protest. I tried to ask, but none of the Swedes could hear me over the sound of their exaggerated cultural pride ringing in their ears. Either that or the ABBA blaring from the parking lot.

I know this is the second post in as many days, but don't get too excited, ladies. I'm sure the frequency of my blog posts will fall off as the novelty of it wears off. I hope to include pictures of of my own taking at some point, but I'm still getting used to this whole thing, so here's one from a few years ago.

I did cut my own cast off as a protest of the current state of the health care system in America.


Anyway, I'm calling Big Brown and that casino horse to win and place at Belmont this weekend, but if you bet that, don't blame me if you lose your shirt.






*See "Doggy Style" in my previous post "We stand at the edge of a new frontier..."