{"id":396,"date":"2001-08-13T14:14:00","date_gmt":"2001-08-13T18:14:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/wordpress\/?p=396"},"modified":"2001-08-13T14:14:00","modified_gmt":"2001-08-13T18:14:00","slug":"the-pooka-life-268","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/?p=396","title":{"rendered":"The Pooka Life"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I used to read Tarot cards. It was actually quite fun and I even began to make by own deck. Unfortunately, I had to stop once it became painfully clear that I have no artistic ability whatsoever. I&#8217;ll try and scan in a sample card &#8211; it&#8217;s worth a few laughs. I&#8217;m thinking of dusting off my divination skills so if you want to help me get back in the groove, let me know and I&#8217;ll try and divine your future. No guarantees though.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve been in a restless mood lately and this weekend I decided it was time for a Big Change. That&#8217;s right, I decided I wanted to go blond. I thought this would definitely rattle things up. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on your view), Kevin managed to talk me down from blond to red. Off to the store to buy some bottled gunk and then, 30 minutes later, it was all over. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on your view), my hair proved to be resilient to color. Kevin says if I stand perfectly still in direct sunlight he can see a difference. I think he just wants to keep me happy. This only goes to support my initial feelings that blond is the answer. Of course, it did cover all my white hair that has mysterious appeared ever since I married Kevin. Hmmmm. Wonder if there is some sort of connection there?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I used to read Tarot cards. It was actually quite fun and I even began to make by own deck. Unfortunately, I had to stop once it became painfully clear that I have no artistic ability whatsoever. I&#8217;ll try and scan in a sample card &#8211; it&#8217;s worth a few laughs. I&#8217;m thinking of dusting [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"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-396","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2Kqhb-6o","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/396","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\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=396"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/396\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=396"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=396"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=396"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}