{"id":23093,"date":"2024-03-23T12:18:01","date_gmt":"2024-03-23T17:18:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/?p=23093"},"modified":"2024-03-23T12:18:01","modified_gmt":"2024-03-23T17:18:01","slug":"family-talk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/?p=23093","title":{"rendered":"Family Talk"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I got an automated call the other day. It was supposedly from the hospital with which I have a pay dispute. The robotic voice asked me to call the hospital back at their &#8220;business office,&#8221; but the phone number it gave me is not listed anywhere on the hospital&#8217;s website. So I guess the bill has already gone to collections. That was quick! It&#8217;s another way in which hospital billing practices stink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My father had a pay dispute with someone recently, too, and he said that he told the guy to &#8220;go pound sand.&#8221; That cracked me up, because it&#8217;s the same phrase I use when talking about that ridiculous hospital bill. The things we pick up from our parents! In this case, it&#8217;s not just the idiom that I inherited, but also the stubborn refusal to be taken advantage of. These are good things to pass along from generation to generation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When I mentioned to my dad that I&#8217;d told the hospital to go pound sand, he suggested that I also tell them to &#8220;go shit in their hat.&#8221; That&#8217;s a colorful phrase, isn&#8217;t it? But that one&#8217;s not likely to be passed down through the generations. Were I to use it at home, my son would cry, &#8220;Language!&#8221; and my husband would announce, &#8220;Mommy has a potty  mouth!&#8221; And yeah, maybe I do have a potty mouth, but if so, then we know who I got it from!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I got an automated call the other day. It was supposedly from the hospital with which I have a pay dispute. The robotic voice asked me to call the hospital back at their &#8220;business office,&#8221; but the phone number it &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/?p=23093\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[10,455],"tags":[69,369],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23093"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=23093"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23093\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23094,"href":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23093\/revisions\/23094"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=23093"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=23093"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=23093"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}