{"id":2145,"date":"2010-08-31T11:31:55","date_gmt":"2010-08-31T18:31:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/?p=2145"},"modified":"2025-05-23T17:32:42","modified_gmt":"2025-05-23T22:32:42","slug":"guts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/guts\/","title":{"rendered":"Guts"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Well I didn&#8217;t have the nerve to write yesterday.  Tom and I hadn&#8217;t finished moving (I still have to make one more trip today!) and I was in a constant state of panic.  I&#8217;m feeling better this morning- I went back to the old place and met the cleaning ladies there.  We all cleaned furiously for an hour, then I headed to work and left them there.  I hate to admit that I still have weeks of unpacking to do, but it&#8217;ll be nice to start on a new home. <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>The move was as tough as anticipated.  On Saturday, halfway through packing and crawling around the movers (yea&#8230;I didn&#8217;t do a great job preparing) I begged Tom to let us just quit.  I tried to talk him into forgetting the whole thing- staying in the old place, or better yet, just throwing everything away.  Except my couches.  And my china cabinet.  And those old English fox hunting pictures I have.  Oh and my Grama&#8217;s desk.  And all the gifts I got while I was pregnant.  And my wedding veil.  And the computer of course&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>You see where this is going.  I hate stuff, but I love my stuff.  Just one of the many endearing neurosis I suffer from.  <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>So here we are, August 31st.  We survived the due date, Tom started law school, we moved, I learned to put dishes in the dishwasher, I decided I love beer.  Not bad.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Well I didn&#8217;t have the nerve to write yesterday. Tom and I hadn&#8217;t finished moving (I still have to make one more trip today!) and I was in a constant state of panic. I&#8217;m feeling better this morning- I went back to the old place and met the cleaning ladies there. We all cleaned furiously &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/guts\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Guts&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2145","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2145","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2145"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2145\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3494,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2145\/revisions\/3494"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2145"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2145"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2145"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}