Sitting here watching Hollywood 411, William & Kate's wedding. Prior to this was a show on Princess Diana. Watching that show really brought back memories of wanting to be like Diana. Wanting to be compassionate like Diana. Wanting to be a loving mum like Diana. Wanting to be glamorous like Diana. Heck, if I could be a Princess, that would have been FAB! I remember watching some of the wedding in 1981. I was eight and I think we were living in Texas. I remember thinking "There is a King and Queen? Wow!" About that time is when I became very interested in Fairy Tales, Robin Hood & King Arthur. In Junior High (Seattle) and High School (Seattle, Weaverville & Kodiak), I used to fantisize about meeting a mysterious stranger, falling in love and being swept off to a castle in Europe. Deep down, I knew that would not happen. There was still a bit of hope. Even when I attended Stirling University in 2000, I still had hope. I read alot about the current Royal Family. Even wrote a paper in High School about Queen Elizabeth. I also collected magazines that had Princess Diana featured anywhere in them. Imagine my delight when I found out there was a magazine devoted to Royals! In 1986, when Andrew & Sarah married, I was in awe. I gobbled down every bit of information I could about them. I think that is when I really started reading as much as I could about the Family. I remember where I was when I heard Princess Diana had died. August 31, 1997. DD18 had turned five a couple days before. I was in the car, when it came over the radio. I was stunned. My heart mourned for the loss of her bright star. I knew the heartbreak her boys would feel at the loss of the beloved mother. I cried because I knew then I would never meet her. Yes, as an adult, I still held hope that I would become a Royal. I stayed up to watch the Funeral. I remember my mum and I talked and watched. When I left, I went home and cried. While in Stirling, I discovered that one of the buildings had been dedicated by her in the late 80's. At that moment, I felt a bit close to her. I wanted to pay my respects to her before I left England, but did not get a chance. Between money and time, there was just not enough of either. I had taken a package with me. I had put out a book at MSC for people to sign. I had sent some of the pages to the British Consulate in Anchorage. Still had some left that I planned to hand to the Guard at Buckingham Palace. I still have the package. I did spend 48 hours in London, so I had enough time. I just didn't get to drop it off. Anyway, watching the shows brought back, almost, a pineing for my teenage dreams. I kind of miss that. The hopes for an unknown future. Expectations for my path. Dreams of a Happily Ever After.
One of my Favorite Podcasts
About three years ago, my awesome big brother encouraged me to start listening to podcasts. The first one I binged on was Night Vale and slowly built my podcast library to include more than 200. My listening tastes lean heavily towards comedy and true crime. I have also discovered that I don't really like the podcasts that utilize the conversational style. I prefer narration or story telling style. Like Mike Rowe . Ah....Mike Rowe. His voice is so, delicious and dreamy. I have intentionally fallen asleep listening to him telling me a story. The whole sleeping thing is for another time. I have no idea how I stumbled upon Small Town Murder . I gotta say...Small Town Murder...is flippin' awesome. The two hosts Jimmie Whisman and James Pietragallo are comedians. They are soooo not politically correct. Jimmie and James have no problem poking fun at the criminals, small towns, police and more. After the first couple ...
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