No I'm not a Rogan, but........

.......evidently my definition of family is broader and less judgmental than yours and is no reason for such a mean spirited posting like that. I've learned over the years that at the end of the day, all you really have is memories and family. Jobs, houses, friends, and almost everything else in life comes and goes, but family is family and memories are yours to cherish or stew bitterly over.

I forgive your comments because you are family to me and I hope that whatever is driving you to these self-destructive thoughts can be worked out so you can appreciate your family for what they are: you only family. You have my number and email, if you ever want to talk, I'd be glad to hear from you.

Cousin John (yea, family)

Great Family!

Jeez,

All these happy pictures and funny stories... the love of a real family.
Must be nice.

But why "The Rogan Room" and not the McKenna, or Kalberer, or Melnick, or Herby Room?
Besides John, none of you are Rogans. Hmmm....

Beware- I have finally arrived

OK gang...it took me a while but I finally managed to break through. I hope this works now...if it does...someone needs to write me back ..
John ....does your son John have an email address...maybe you could ask him if he would like to join us as well...you know me the more the merrier.
Tim...I showed Uncle Kenny your story and he could not stop laughing...any more funny ones to share with us? I am really happy my son came up with this idea...now that I know how to post messages, he will need to show me how I do the picture thing...nothing really too new with me...now that I am "childless" I don't know what to do with myself....I know that this is a new stage of my life but it came on pretty damn fast.....well maybe I'll start visiting Border's Books and hang out at the coffee bar...oh my God do I sound old now!!!! Hey..Danny has his first official gig in NYC tonight...I will let you all know how he does....hopefully he will start posting stuff to this blog as well.....I'll bug him

Love-Linda

Joni, here's the brain trust you talked about.........

Please add Kevin

since we dont live together, perhaps we could stay in touch this way. kmckenna@epix.net . Is technology amazing? Now we're even talking to our nephew and cousin in Korea! How crazy is that? Proud of you Master Tim, remember when you come back to the states to go to law school here on the East Coast ok? Youll make us all so PUCKING proud :)

PS Bryan, thanx for that lovely photo. Now the family members probably think I pole dance at mental institutions!!!!!

Miscommunications

As my mom said in her epic update, I am working in Suwon South Korea as a middle school english teacher. My transition has been mostly smooth, but there have been a few moments when I found myself wondering “just what the hell have I gotten myself into?”
If any of you have ever spoken with an Asian who learned English as a second language then you will know that they have a difficult time pronouncing certain letters; most prominently S, F, P, R, and L. The following is a conversation I had with one of my Korean co-workers just last week. His English is a bit...interesting.

The scene: I am approaching the entrance to my school, which is located on floors 4-7 in a nine story office building, when I come across Atom, one of the school’s employees, is wearing slacks, a blue dress shirt, and for unknown reasons a flamboyant sash across his chest.

Me: Hi there Atom. What are you up to?

Atom: I am f***ing.

Me: (Having stopped walking, stunned) I’m sorry I didn’t hear you right, what are you doing?

Atom: (More slowly, so that I could better understand him) I...am...f***ing...right over there. (He points around the corner)

Now I will be the first to admit that I don’t quite have a firm grasp on Korean culture quite yet but I just could not believe that Atom had just finished copulating around that corner...

Me: Who were you f***ing?

Atom: The parents of the students. I am f***ing them. Helping them f**k.

Me: (dumbfounded) You were f***ing multiple people...just now?

Atom: Yes. There is more f***ing in basement and in back.

Me: (warily) So have you been doing this for while now?

Atom: Yes. I have f***ing all morning. F***ing this car, that car, all car. Always car.

Me: (Realizing what the hell he has been talking about) You mean you have been PARKING cars all morning? Helping the parents park their cars?

Atom: Yes. I am f***ing. Must go. More parents need more f***ing.


This is my life in Korea.

Bursting with Fun.

Here's the FUN FUN FUN. Jeanne, Kevin, Karin, and I just relaxing on New England's Oldest Roller Coaster. The Lake Compounce family theme park was chock full of fun when a dozen of us hit the scene last month. The real show stoppers were those plump CT women in their skin tight outfits with a seemingly endless supply of cellulose to flaunt about.

Also... #269 was an important number. That was the Coaster Photo that displayed the women in the coaster car in front of us. Her breast happened to burst onto the scene in a moment of pure adrenaline. While she wasn't too concerned that her breast was exposed at the Park's Coaster Photo kiosk, she refused to allow Kevin or I to purchase an 8x10 or even a wallet sized print. Sadness...