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I ROCK
I know I rock because the Oompas tell me so. I rock at work as well, just ask my vendors and co-workers.
But rockdom has a cost, a price that must be paid... a subscription fee of sorts.
I rock at home because sometimes I get up early on my days off and make biscuits for breakfast. Sometimes its as easy as fresh brewed iced tea or homemade mashed potatoes with extra pepper. Sometimes I rock because I let an Oompa stay out later than the designated curfew. Sometimes I'll drop them off or pick them up from their friends house. Sometimes I rock because I let them tag along with me when I go shopping. Rockdom almost always breaks my budget then.
I rock at work when the invoices go through automatically and don't have to be individually checked in. I rock when I offer to throw away someone's trash. I rock when I take bottled water up to the thirsty cashiers and cart pushers a couple of hours into their shift.
The fastest way to lose rockdom I have discovered is by the use of that little bitty, teenie tiny word 'NO'. All I have to do is say 'NO' when all they want to hear is 'YES'.
Poof! All gone! No more rocking!
But I rock this morning... Lemon scones hot from the oven. Oh yeah!
Dickidoo didn't get any scones. He left before I could make them. I'm still on his list, but its not the 'rock' list. Sometimes even not rocking has a price.
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Lemon scones rock! And of course you rock! Good luck with all of those teenaged Oompas!
Traci -
You rock as a friend and most certainly as a mother. After all it's not easy saying NO and even harder being heard. (Hugs) Indigo
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ok i hope you will share the recipe:) you rock for being a mom and wife and walmart worker and sister and daughter and best of all a friend:)
Deb -
I KNOW you rock big time.
5/4/07 10:35 AM
Love,
Promise