Morning Conversations

This morning I was playing around with my Ipod recorder with Kennedy while Tara was getting ready for work. You can tell I am trying to sway Kennedy towards Daddy by guiding our conversation.

Click here to listen to our morning conversation.

Signs of Fall

Yesterday we took Kennedy down to Tara's family cabin. Since it was a rare Sunday in which I didn't have a ton of meetings to go, we knew this would be a great chance to experience the Fall colors. Char, Jess, and Dakota spent the night at the cabin and were joined by Lynn and June for the day. It was so much fun to let Kennedy reacquaint herself with Grandma and Grandpa.

The colors were beautiful and Kennedy enjoyed all the leaves within her grasp. Even though we were only down South for a couple of hours, it was time well spent. I know you won't hear me say that about Utah County very often, but the cabin is a welcome spot. I kind of think of it like the Vatican. It is in its own little world with everything else going on around it.

KFC Site Update

Since we were home watching Conference this weekend I took a few minutes to update Kennedy's website. Even though you won't catch any of my witty insights on that site, it's still worth a look!

Check it out at: http://www.uensd.org/staff/jared/kennedy

Why I Hate the Yankees

I know this is supposed to be a family blog, where I share the events of our daily life but I can't help enlightening the world on a topic close to my heart: Why I Hate the Yankees. Hate is strong word and I've used it intentionally. This season typifies once again why the Yankees are such villians. I swear it is almost like professional wrestling. The Yanks spent the first 5 1/2 months of the season fighting with each other, worrying about the steroids allegations, spending money on over priced talent, pitching like a little league team, etc. There's no way this team can possibly win the AL East for the 100th year in a row. Right?

In typical WWE style, the Yankees go on an amazing run to end the season which culminates in an 8-4 win over the Red Sox yesterday at Fenway. Somehow, someway you knew the Yanks were going to win that game. Maybe it's the fact that Randy Johnson was pitching against Tim Wakefield and there was no way the knuckleball was going to work against the Yankees like it did two weeks ago. Johnson is another reason to hate the Yankees. They totally choke against the Sox last year, so let's open up the wallet and see who's the best pitcher around. Oh yes, Randy Johnson would do well. It makes me sick. I spent all day watching that game knowing that the Red Sox and Yankees were going to end up tied (and they will after today) but that it didn't matter because we were going to end up in second place again. The Yankees will have been in first place in the division for maybe two weeks of the entire season, end up in a tie on the last day, but, because of the tie breaker 10-9 season series with Boston, they will be handed the division on a silver platter.

I knew I should have been watching Conference instead of baseball. I am a weak, weak man.

One Year Later

It's not often that you can engage in the same exact project precisely one year to the date that you did the previous year. Somehow all the cosmic forces aligned to create such an event yesterday. Jason decided that it was time to reshingle the roof to his garage, so Evan, Jason, and I were back on another roof, doing the same thing we did last year (although last year was more rewarding cause it was my roof!).

I don't know what I think about shingling a roof. It's not like it is the toughest kind of work. The worst part about yesterday was trying to stay on the roof! There was a layer of wood shingles that we were nailing onto and it wasn't the easiest stuff to stand on. Anyway, the project went well and we finished putting the last cap shingles on by flashlight around 8:30 pm. Shingling by flashlight, what a joy!

PS - Events like roofing definitely remind me that I'm in my thirties and not in my twenties anymore. I'm not complaining or anything, but it was a little bit tough to get out of bed this morning. I can't wait to call and hear how Jason's doing. I've got even money that he suffered from at least one Charley Horse last night!