{"id":732,"date":"2006-03-21T07:32:00","date_gmt":"2006-03-21T12:32:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lawrencem94.sg-host.com\/?p=732"},"modified":"2006-03-21T07:32:00","modified_gmt":"2006-03-21T12:32:00","slug":"true-confessional-tuesday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/?p=732","title":{"rendered":"True Confessional Tuesday"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>OK. Put down whatever you&#8217;re drinking. Your keyboard will thank me.<\/p>\n<p>For, I am about to confess something. When I was a young girl? All I wanted to do was wear a bonnet. A BONNET. I was reminded of this when I said aloud at work yesterday, &#8220;I feel like I&#8217;m starring in a crime drama right now&#8221; and Kristin replied with, &#8220;I feel like I&#8217;m starring in Little House on the Prairie!&#8221;  To which I gleefully shouted, &#8220;Do we get to wear bonnets????&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>For I wanted nothing more than to go through life as a living, breathing Holly Hobby doll.  Bonnetted and aproned. Calico print was my best friend.  Some strange fascination with pioneer living infused me in those 8-10 year-old years, though I think we all know I&#8217;d start screaming and kicking five minutes into the life.  (Especially now. Pioneers do not have the DVR technology. Nor, I believe, the internet.) I think my Mom even caved at an art fair &#038; bought us matching bonnets, and she wore hers all of one minute in the van (the big blue van with only one side window &#038; the director&#8217;s chair I rode around in, digging my feet into the floor for balance&#8230;that van). I wore mine much longer, though it did piss me off with how much it impeded my ability TO SEE AROUND ME.  I&#8217;m not sure when the whole Laura Ingalls Wilder phase finally passed, but my heart still patters &#038; skips a beat for a tiny calico print&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p>Bitchin&#8217; in a Bonnet. That&#8217;d be me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>OK. Put down whatever you&#8217;re drinking. Your keyboard will thank me. For, I am about to confess something. When I was a young girl? All I wanted to do was wear a bonnet. A BONNET. I was reminded of this when I said aloud at work yesterday, &#8220;I feel like I&#8217;m starring in a crime [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/732"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=732"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/732\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=732"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=732"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=732"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}