{"id":211,"date":"2002-04-25T22:27:00","date_gmt":"2002-04-26T02:27:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/wordpress\/?p=211"},"modified":"2002-04-25T22:27:00","modified_gmt":"2002-04-26T02:27:00","slug":"the-pooka-life-89","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/?p=211","title":{"rendered":"The Pooka Life"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I am back home in PV again. This place is like a strange time warp where nothing changes. My room still holds my old paperbacks, the same old glasses are in the same cupboard, and my parents still don&#8217;t have cable. It&#8217;s a very strange trip back to the 80&#8217;s.<\/p>\n<p>Tomorrow is the big day when I get my greedy smurf hands on that cubby BabyD. I&#8217;m so excited it&#8217;s like Christmas Eve. I&#8217;m convinced the sooner I go to bed, the sooner I&#8217;ll be in San Diego. The bad news is that the rain has followed me here. Yes, I come all the way to LA and it&#8217;s overcast, windy, and cold. Grrrr. Very unfair!<\/p>\n<p>Checked in with Kev who informs me that the dog won&#8217;t eat and is moping around the house missing me. Kevin, however, seemed quite chipper. I am conviced, however, that when I return on Sunday, all my plants will be dead, my fish will be floating, and the house will be littered with pizza boxes and empty cans. Actually, as I left, I told Kevin, &#8220;don&#8217;t forget to feed the fish.&#8221; To which he replied, &#8220;we have a fish??&#8221; Yes, this is my life.<\/p>\n<p>So that&#8217;s all for now. I&#8217;m going to curl up on the bunkbeds, read the old signatures, and dream of fat little baby legs. (I really am rather strange.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am back home in PV again. This place is like a strange time warp where nothing changes. My room still holds my old paperbacks, the same old glasses are in the same cupboard, and my parents still don&#8217;t have cable. It&#8217;s a very strange trip back to the 80&#8217;s. Tomorrow is the big day [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-211","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2Kqhb-3p","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/211","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=211"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/211\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=211"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=211"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=211"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}