Thursday, April 8, 2010

Amanda the Viking Princess

A little over a year ago, I participated in one of those massive Facebook notes where you list a bunch of boring information about yourself for other people's enjoyment. (Though I tend to believe no one really ever really wants to read other people's notes as much as they want to write one about themselves ... but anyway ...)

And in this note, I said a fair amount of potentially humorous things (many of which I should consider as fodder for this blog), but the two points that received the most comments were:

22. I have boots that make me feel like a Viking princess.

23. I REALLY want to be a Viking princess. If I could have any wish, that would be it.

I haven't spoken much of my wish to be a Viking princess on this blog. I've refrained from posting the pictures of me in my viking princess boots. I've avoided going on and on about how I want to name my children Sigrid and Beck and how I want to have long, unruly hair and watch from the fjords as my barbaric minions head out to sea to bring me back riches from distant lands.

I've avoided this, thinking you all may get the wrong idea.

But I cannot avoid it any longer. Because, well, DREAMS DO COME TRUE.

Tad and I just got back from a trip to Minnesota, where we stayed in a hotel on Viking Drive. We didn't think much of it. Until a misled Garmin chanced us upon this wonder of the world:

And for thirty seconds of my life, I was a viking princess.

(That's me on the left)

Albeit a viking princess on a purple and gold ship outside of the Minnesota Vikings headquarters and training field.

Yeah, I'm thinking it's as close as I'm going to get.

1 comment:

  1. I heard epic music while reading this, bellowing horns, rhythmic drums and occasionally the clash of cymbals.