I'm changing the rules, too. You can leave me a comment and start it with Seriously (Sacred or Profane or Secret or Stupid) and let me know what's on your mind. You can STILL do it anonymously or you can leave your name with your comment. OR you can grab one of the buttons and make a post on your own blog and link back to me.
Now, I'm not saying it's a blog carnival or anything - cause Lord knows there's enough of those already. I'm just sayin', yk, if you want. Just right click, save and link back to me. Word.
There...those are your options. Grab one and post, if you want.
Me? Here we go:
You know what's Seriously Profane? That I had to take B in to the Dr. AGAIN on Friday. Yes, again. I've probably spent $300 in co-pays alone since June 1. It's ridiculous.
So B had to have a blood draw, throat swab AND urine culture. We finished it all up with an antibiotic shot, a call to the Pediatric Urologist (surgeon who did his reconstruction/repair) and an RX for a 10-day Oral antibiotic. He has a probable UTI - we bagged him and cultured but didn't cath due to his recent surgery and the delicate nature of the area, so they're saying PROBABLE UTI but not 100%. The Pediatrician is worried about a scar tissue obstruction in the urethra but the surgeon is out until Tuesday so we're waiting to hear back from him. If *he* wants to see B, it'll mean a trip to another town.
The whole thing is Seriously Profane and we're over it. I'm over the 102-103 degree fevers from the past couple of weeks. I'm over the pain my baby is in. I'm over the lack of sleep for the both of us. I'm over it all, for cryin out loud. Isn't this new penis of his under warranty, still, for the love of pete?
Don't even get me started on how Profane the bills from the anesthesiologist were. Kids, listen up...you want to make some serious money for a few minutes of work? Go into Anesthesiology.
Seriously Profane is also insurance companies that pay less than they said they would - "It was an estimate, not a guarantee, ma'am." Eh, Bite me.
Way too much Profanity has been coming out of my mouth lately. THAT is Seriously Profane, too. Ask my kids who have renamed me "Momma Potty Mouth".
The damned fake Saxophone that my neighbor gave Corban is Seriously Profane, too. That boy is driving the whole neighborhood crazy while he toots his own horn.
Sienna's attitude changes lately are ALSO Seriously Profane. Like...with capital letters..SERIOUSLY PROFANE. Love puberty. Love it. Mwah..kisses and hugs to puberty. Bastard.
I'm ranting and carrying on, aren't I? I suppose you think THAT is Profane, don't you? Eh. Shut it. ;-)
Ok, your turn. Leave me a comment or grab a button and post. Your choice.
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Seriously Sacred - listening to my 2 youngest playing together nicely and one saying to the other "this is the best day of my life".
Seriously Profane - a teen with a crappy teen attitude that does not do what she promises. Seriously I'm over it.
Seriously Secret - I finally finally fixed something that desperately needed fixing and I'm so glad I finally got off my arse & did it. Great feeling of accomplishment that was quickly replaced by feeling of inadequacy after dealing with teen mentioned above.
Seriously.....
Seriously, you shouldn't be happy to pay co-pays that are stemming from the same initial problem! That is profane.
It is also seriously profane that my daughter cannot manage to go 24 hours without spilling milk, OJ, or some other sticky beverage that requires the floor to be mopped no matter what I do!
Serously secret. I'M PREGNANT!!!!! Again, finally. I've been bursting to share for weeks but shhhh I can't yet. But please, would someone make the darned room stop rocking? It's making me sick to my stomach. (Seriously profane.)
What the @#$%^%$# you cabt move the days around!!! This seriously stuff is for Tuesdays! I am used to it, and now you go and move it? What are you some sort of communist, a crazy person, a female serial killer??? You cando this to me, I have to have my rants on Tuesdays, I pent them all up to release on that day, your re-scheduling of this has me all out of wack...where are my pills? I need my prozac, my viagra, my motrin, my medical marijuana!waaaaaaa
You see, I cant even write correctly because of you!!!
Ummmm, you know these short people around us? The ones that we puked for during pregnancy, worked hard to bring into the world? Changed who knows how many diapers on and put up with the potty training thing? Grant fully 75% of their inane requests at our expense and sacrifice?
So, why is it, when I ask him to do a few chores . . . you know, pitch in with the work needed to be done to make the household run smoothly? . . . my oldest totally melts down like I've asked him to do something terrible, horrible, or way too hard? "I don't waaaaaaaaaanna! I wanna plaaaaaaaaay."
Yeah, me too, dude.
I NEED A VACATION!!!
And that was seriously profane. Good night!
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