Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Gratulerer med dagen!

I almost blew this one (and if you're in Norway, I already did blow this one.) But here, in Maryland, I've still got two hours to not be late.

So, before the 13th runs out... Happy Birthday to the Scandahoovian!

May you have a very happy birthday, indeed, and a life filled with with good health, prosperity, love and contentment. I feel lucky to count you among my friends. (And one of my friends is very lucky to have you as his girlfriend!!)

Cheers! Come back soon - the lumbering arboreal creature misses you!!

Hurra for deg som fyller ditt år!
Ja, deg vil vi gratulere.
Alle i ring omkring deg vi står
og se, nå vil vi masjere,
bukke, nikke, neie, snu oss omkring,
danse for deg med hopp og sprett og spring,
Ønske deg av hjertet alle gode ting!
Og si meg så hva vil du mere - Gratulerer!

Høyt våre flagg vi svinger, Hurra!
Ja nå vil vi riktig feste!
Dagen er din, og dagen er bra,
men du er den aller beste!
Se deg om i ringen hvem du vil ta,
dans en liten dans med den du helst vil ha!
Vi vil alle sammen svinge oss så glad
og en av oss skal bli den neste - til å feste...


author said...

Being a fellow Scandalousian(?) I must say I was quite surpriced by the norse "tone" of this post. I was like "Gratulerer med dagen" ...eh.. isn't that Norwegian? ... have I dwelled in English speako so much I can't keep the two lingos apart?

Anyway - got the toughest Word Verification EVER: nhskdgqd

Merujo said...

Rarity, I grew up in a town in Illinois with a HUGE Scandanavian population - lots and lots of Swedish and Norwegian Lutherans everywhere. You see cars everywhere with "Uff da!" bumper stickers. People actually serve lutefisk for holiday. A friend and I wanted to start a punk band called "Dead Lefse." (And I'm a nice Irish-American girl! LOL!)

We affectionately call our local Scandanavian population "Scandahoovians" or, when they misbehave, "Scandahooligans." I call large American sedan cars "Old Swede -mobiles" because you see so many of them being driven very slowly around my hometown by elderly people named Sven and Olaf and Karin and Astrid and Anders and... you get the point. :-)

gina said...

My language skills are a little rusty, but if I'm not mistaken, the first line of that poem is:
"There once was a man from Nantucket."

Happy birthday to your Norwegian friend.