A Confession: My Secret Obsession

I going to put this out there, even with the fear of eye-rolling and judgement.  Those of you who have known me since birth may still eye-roll and judge, but you know this is a PART of me.  I have a secret Pinterest board for this.  Here it is:

I HAVE FOLLOWED THE BRITISH MONARCHY ALL MY LIFE-true story!  I AM IN LOVE WITH THEM!  I BUY THE TRASHY AND NOT SO TRASHY BOOKS ABOUT THEM!

As a young girl, I drew pictures of the Royal weddings. And I wrote stories about how I was a princess in their family. It started young.

Yes, I am an Anglophile.  In my younger days, I tried to figure out ways to move to Britain-seriously.  I looked into studying abroad and even teaching abroad.  I wanted a "flat" and ride the "tube" and go to "pubs."  I have a scrapbook about Great Britain, London especially.  A former teacher has a daughter who lives in London and works at Yves St. Laurent, and I cannot help but feel a twinge of jealously.

I have a magazine collection, dating back years about the late Princess Diana.  I recorded her funeral.  I bawled as if a family member had died.

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Yep, I am That person.  Two years ago, I got up at 2 in the morning, knowing that I had to go teach within hours, and not only, recorded, but watched Prince William and Catherine Middleton marry!  I even cried at that.  And now my obsession has moved to Diana's sons' generation.  So you can imagine that, yes, for the last month, I have been one of those people glued to the TV, Facebook, Twitter awaiting the birth of the Prince or Princess of Cambridge.

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And, now the little prince is here.  He is lovely and I can't wait to hear his name, watch him grow up, and continue my obsessive need to devour information about the British Royal family.  NAME:  George Alexander Louis-I love it-very regal and distinguished!

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I asked Jim if he thought I was weird for having this obsession as we watched news coverage the other night.  He looked at me and said, "Hey, it's what you like."  I melted.  No judgment and an understanding that he doesn't have to "get it" or love it either.  He just accepts it as a part of me.  Just like my collection of romance novels-oops-another secret….

There.  That felt cathartic and some of you know a bit more about me.  Judge and eye-roll all that you want, but I LOVE it!