fresh out of perspective

I love the scene in Ratatouille when the waiter asks the food critic, Anton Ego, what he'd like to eat:

Anton Ego: ...you know what I'm craving? A little perspective. That's it. I'd like some fresh, clear, well seasoned perspective. Can you suggest a good wine to go with that?

Mustafa: With what, sir?

Anton Ego: Perspective. Fresh out, I take it?

My answer to that: "Exactly! I am fresh out of perspective."

A little while ago I purchased this t-shirt for Zach that seemed to represent his personality well:


At times, that 99% seems to drop slightly and today it seemed more like this:

During a 54% Angel moment, my eyes were drawn to a birthday card my grandmother had sent to Zach. I opened it up and read the sweet message she had written to him:
Thank goodness for my wonderful grandma who had the perspective I was fresh out of.

best time of the year

The countdown begins - just 4 short weeks until the college football season kicks off. For me, the football season began the day the Jazz lost to the Lakers in the Playoffs, so my anticipation has been building for months. This year I think I'll be a Ute fan. After Utah knocks off the Wolverines in the Big House, it should be easy sailin' to the Fiesta Bowl. Since my brother now lives in Phoenix, I think I'll plan my bowl trip to Arizona now. Who's with me?

"bad action figure"

Zach has had to go to time-out a few times in his short life. He's familiar with the routine. It may be a little too familiar because this morning he put an *action figure in time-out. He put it in the time-out spot and was leaning over it with his pointer finger out telling the action figure to sit. "Sit, sit, sit" he kept telling it. Brandon and I busted out laughing.

At least he remembers what he's supposed to do in time-out...

* well... it wasn't exactly an action figure - it was a Harley doll we got from my grandma