Daisuke should not be pronounced Dice-K

I'm just sayin' is all


My blog tonight is actually not going to focus on the Sox. I just don't think Daisuke should be pronounced Dice K. It should be pronounced Die - Sue - Key. But it isn't. (Notice Bruschi is pronounced the way it is spelled. I love that man)

The actual blog tonight is on Princess Diana. I know, I am coming out of left field on that one. But I was wasting time tonight waiting for my pasta sauce to simmer (and I have to say, I did a really good job on that sauce tonight.... It was really really good. You should come over for dinner some night, I will make it for you - unless you come from an Italian heritage, then I'm sure you've had better. But I am an Irish Catholic. I'm impressed with Ragu) and I was watching "E's 101 Desperate Ploys For You To Watch This Station" or something like that. Anyway, I saw Princess Di on there and I was sad. I am always sad when I see her. I, not unlike many other little girls in the 80's idolized her. My friend Erin and I would play Fergie and Di (though that was probably in the early 90's). She was Fergie and I was Diana. I loved her, she was so beautiful, she had blond hair and blue eyes like I wanted (okay, so in the summer months I had the blond hair, but the blue eyes still elude me), she was a real PRINCESS (I can't believe I am admitting this, but I named my first boat The Princess. Please do not mock me. I did it because my dad called me his little Princess. I can't help that it made me look like a spoiled brat. I didn't know any better. Why my parents let me do that is beyond me. If I could go back and change some stuff, let me tell you, that would be one of the first things on my list). she had a wedding that made me insanely jealous (yet my actual wedding was nothing like hers) and she was such a cool dresser. I wanted to be her... at the same time I wanted to marry her eldest son and become a Princess myself. Though my mother crushed my dreams at an early age by telling me British Princes that are directly in line for the throne did not marry Irish Catholic Americans. I was heartbroken. Though soon enough I turned my attention to Tiger Woods. He may not have been royalty, but damn, he's hot. But gettng back to Diana, she was everything I wanted to be. As I grew older I became less entranced with the whole life (especially as I came to understand what her married life was really like) but I still loved her. So when I was out playing football with my cousins and my brother on Labor Day Weekend and I came inside to take a break and saw my parents and grandparents and aunt and uncle crowded around the TV I was shocked. TV is Not Allowed During the Day in the summer. So what happened that made them put on TV? I soon found out and I sat my little skinny high schoolers ass on the floor and I dont' think I moved for hours. I stayed up till midnight, convinced should wouldn't die. She was a Princess. Princesses don't die. My father finally convinced me they wouldn't announce her death for a while (becuase he knew at that point she had to be dead) and I went to sleep. The next day it had been anounced. My hero was dead. My parents had told my brother's roommate that they would take him to the Vineyard that day to meet his parents for vacation, so we all went over for the day. The Vineyard newspapers get printed early so they can make it out to the island on time, so all the headlines over there still said she was seriously injured, but she wasn't seriously injured, she was dead. The day of her funeral I got up at 3am to watch it live. When they showed the flowers on top of her casket and the card said "Mummy" I lost it. Those boys were so young. It was so sad. So to this day (9.5 years later) I still get sad when I see a news clip of her. She had such a tragic life and it could have been so much better if only she had lived longer. I'm sure she is in a happier place and I hope that Wills makes a better decision about marriage than his ugly ass father did.