2004 was a good year
Not that you can tell from this rag...
Concerning the kids: Stop worrying! Learn from our neighbors. They have accepted us as we are: too broke to leave or fix things up, and too ignorant to change.
Many other (less tolerant) people have suggested that we shouldn’t have a third kid, so there is no need to think of new, subtle ways to get this point across. Rest assured – there are no immediate plans for more Rogers. We’re content screwing up the two we have, for now.
Hope you all continue to be well, etc. etc…whatever.
The Rogers
John,
The Rogers Chronicles - 2004
After receiving cards from the three people who
send them to us, we realized that we might be “late” with this
thing. But
the one time we went to church this year, this “Priest” guy (“Dude, Superfly is
sooo 1973…”) talked about Christmas, saying it starts on December 25, and
ends when the wise guys (as Sean puts it) get there, some time in January (just
like royalty, expecting the party to wait for them).
So, this can be considered “on time,” why even… “early!”
Also, some have complained that the content of our lives is too foul to be sent into your homes. Speak up! After a few expletives, we will be glad to remove you from our mailing list.
On with the news...
Everybody wants to know about the kids. The hell with the kids! We want to talk about ourselves! OK... Betsy almost quit her job and began a new one. But she balked. John continued to loaf through his career… And, well, he likes to cook with fire. And he’s still doing his silly thing on the internet, continuing to argue with, and lose sleep over, his tormenters on the web (“FatBoy37! You know where to find me: therapysessions.blogspot.com!”). The futility of this shadow-boxing doesn’t seem to bother him.
And Betsy runs. And reads trashy books. And well…OK….We’re boring. We always wondered why suburban couples with kids talk about nothing except their kids. Now we know: There’s nothing else. Not much, anyway.
Grandma Harvey stayed with us in January. She was able to see how strange we are close up (sometimes this leaves people a little shaken). She says she liked her time with us, which might be a lie. But hey, we’ll take it. We look forward to her coming again this year, when we’ll startle her even more with weird foods (How about some squid for supper? It was cheap at the market!). Not even the prospect of time with her grandkids will soften that pill!
John took Sean (the older son) to see fireworks on July 4th, and in a long standing tradition, made sure to place himself (and his heir) in the direct path of the falling, burning, spent firework debris. Sean didn't scar (too badly) and
So, this can be considered “on time,” why even… “early!”
Also, some have complained that the content of our lives is too foul to be sent into your homes. Speak up! After a few expletives, we will be glad to remove you from our mailing list.
On with the news...
Everybody wants to know about the kids. The hell with the kids! We want to talk about ourselves! OK... Betsy almost quit her job and began a new one. But she balked. John continued to loaf through his career… And, well, he likes to cook with fire. And he’s still doing his silly thing on the internet, continuing to argue with, and lose sleep over, his tormenters on the web (“FatBoy37! You know where to find me: therapysessions.blogspot.com!”). The futility of this shadow-boxing doesn’t seem to bother him.
And Betsy runs. And reads trashy books. And well…OK….We’re boring. We always wondered why suburban couples with kids talk about nothing except their kids. Now we know: There’s nothing else. Not much, anyway.
Grandma Harvey stayed with us in January. She was able to see how strange we are close up (sometimes this leaves people a little shaken). She says she liked her time with us, which might be a lie. But hey, we’ll take it. We look forward to her coming again this year, when we’ll startle her even more with weird foods (How about some squid for supper? It was cheap at the market!). Not even the prospect of time with her grandkids will soften that pill!
John took Sean (the older son) to see fireworks on July 4th, and in a long standing tradition, made sure to place himself (and his heir) in the direct path of the falling, burning, spent firework debris. Sean didn't scar (too badly) and
is now the proud owner of a few pieces
of smoky cardboard.
Somewhere around May, we decided to build on the Rogers’ Nest. One bathroom is becoming a challenge here, even considering that our little caveman would prefer to “go” alfresco. We went through the drill of bringing out the contractors, etc. etc. A few came. Stunned by the sagging structure that we call home, none called back.
Guess we scared them all off!
But one guy’s greed overcame his good sense. He wouldn’t do the big job, but he did change our garage into a small suite with a bedroom and a bathroom (and it was a good thing too: the neighbors were getting tired of John peeing in the backyard). In addition, we now have a nice, big shed in the backyard to hold all the garbage that used to be in the garage. It has the added benefit of being a good place to lock Sean up when he’s being a pain in the ass.
Sean continues to be precocious, earning many back-handed compliments from his teachers. He also can palaver well eno
ugh to put Eddie Haskell to shame.
Something about those big Harvey eyes and his engaging grin. The fact that he
claims to be a Tyrannosaurus T-Rex, growling and biting at every opportunity,
almost seems cute. Almost.
Somewhere around May, we decided to build on the Rogers’ Nest. One bathroom is becoming a challenge here, even considering that our little caveman would prefer to “go” alfresco. We went through the drill of bringing out the contractors, etc. etc. A few came. Stunned by the sagging structure that we call home, none called back.
Guess we scared them all off!
But one guy’s greed overcame his good sense. He wouldn’t do the big job, but he did change our garage into a small suite with a bedroom and a bathroom (and it was a good thing too: the neighbors were getting tired of John peeing in the backyard). In addition, we now have a nice, big shed in the backyard to hold all the garbage that used to be in the garage. It has the added benefit of being a good place to lock Sean up when he’s being a pain in the ass.
Sean continues to be precocious, earning many back-handed compliments from his teachers. He also can palaver well eno
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| I'm a T-Rex! |
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| Charming |
Timmy is… well… He’s a toddler. He walks. Eats a lot.
Drools some. Fills
his diaper. At
least Timmy still finds dumb things funny. A funny face or strange sound is
enough to get him guffawing. We will always be sentimental about his first
words: “Titus!” and “Get Out!” Such a cutie!
Concerning the kids: Stop worrying! Learn from our neighbors. They have accepted us as we are: too broke to leave or fix things up, and too ignorant to change.
Many other (less tolerant) people have suggested that we shouldn’t have a third kid, so there is no need to think of new, subtle ways to get this point across. Rest assured – there are no immediate plans for more Rogers. We’re content screwing up the two we have, for now.
Well, that’s the extent of our excitement.
Hope you all continue to be well, etc. etc…whatever.
The Rogers
John,
Betsy,
Sean,
Timothy,
Timothy,
And
Titus, the dog
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