Chase is having a hard time lately - partly because of of a cough that just won't go away and partly because of something more sinister. His cough has been going on for a long time now. It seems particularly bad at night and the only thing that makes it stop is to hold him upright for about 30 minutes. He's going to need another trip to the doctor in the next couple days because it doesn't appear that the cough is going to subside.

To rub salt in the wound (this is the sinister part), we cut the end of Chase's pacifier off. The idea is to make it easier for him to transition off the pacifier, but without the sudden shock of losing it all at once. In addition to the suffering he's already inflicted with, we are adding to the pain by removing his comfort.

He's saying a few words now, including yocksh (socks), bubble, ball, dinky (binky) and Poppa (Grandpa).

It's a classic case of too little, too late. 99.1 put Glenn Beck back on the air, but instead of playing the live show from 6a to 9a, they play two hours of the three hour show from 9p to 11p. Certainly these are not prime hours for radio listening. This station was the only thing preventing me from needing satellite radio - I don't know what I'm going to do now. Lamers.

I had a serious bout of allergies on Wednesday. It starting with a pain in the nose and quickly went downhill from there. I went to Costco to get some allergy medication because a co-worker informed me that they sell a Kirkland Signature version of Claritin. The weird thing is that the Costco-brand is made by Schering-Plough - the compant that makes Claritin. So, it's not generic, but rather re-branded; however, it's a fraction of the cost of the name brand product.

One thing I wonder about is the term "fraction of the *whatever*. Technically speaking, isn't anything that is less than the original a fraction of it? If something costs $100 and something else costs $99, then the latter product is 99/100 the cost, which is a fraction. It's only a dollar less, but still meets the criteria. It's a useless term, in my opinion.

I'm afraid that the radio station formerly known as "really cool" has put the first nail in it's coffin. 99.1 FM Talk (previously 1300 AM) recently removed Glenn Beck from it's lineup and replacd him with Laura Ingraham. I thought that Glenn Beck was considered to be the foundation for the station. I would typically be excited to have Laura Ingraham added to the station; however, not at the expense of Glenn Beck. It was an especially horrific revelation on the heels of the addition of Mark Levin. The joy of having Mark Levin added was quickly drowned by the abandonment of Glenn Beck. So, the station that could crush KKOH is quickly on it's way to becoming a fading footprint in history.

More importantly, why does toothpaste always say to squeeze from the bottom of the tube? The best answer I could come up with is that they put the oldest toothpaste in last, so it's important to use it first. Or, maybe there's a risk that the bottom of the tube could explode because it lacks sufficient structural integrity.

So, my plane landed. I looked at my connecting flight and was dismayed to find that the next flight doesn't leave until 9:50p. It was only 9:00p. I dreaded the thought that I would have to wait an hour without really having anything to do. Then the clock on my phone automatically adjusted back to Pacific time. It was really only 8:00p. Bah.

So, here I sit. After walking across the gate area twice, posting my last message and buying some snacks I'm down to just one hour to go. Sweet.

I've blogged at the airport before, but I don't think I've ever typed a blog entry while actually flying on a plane. I'm on my way back from Denver where I made a quick two-day trip. I thought the trip would be busy, but possibly allow for a little bit of geocaching. It didn't really work out that way. I ended up running out of time and sprinting for the airport. Fortunately, I was able to return the rental car and get to the airport quicker than I expected.

There was bad news at the security checkpoint, though.

**BREAKING NEWS** I just received my honey-roasted peanuts and "plane crackers"(?).

Let's see. There was bad news at the security checkpoint! They said I had contraband and then they searched my bag. I had a Leatherman that I forgot to put in the bag that I checked. They said I could give it up, which sounded bad to me. They said I could take it to the airport post office and mail it, which would require that I leave the security screening area. That sounded a little too plane-missy for me. The final option was to pay $8 to "QuickMail" it to myself. Since it cost $60 and, more importantly, is a gift from Emilie, I chose door number three.

Denver was okay. I thought it was in the mountains so I was surprised to find that the mountains were barely visible from Denver. I found Denver driving to be a little awkward, too. They rarely have left-turn green arrows. Almost all the turn lanes are yield only. It's nice sometimes. It makes me uncomfortable other times. Another thing is that the main freeway between the office and the airport is 55 MPH. It must be the last 55 MPH freeway in the world.

I just ate some plane crackers. They're crackers that are shaped like tiny planes. They are 2-dimensional (not literally).

I am now cruising at 40,529' at a speed of roughly 484 MPH. We are directly over Moab. Now we are flying over what I think is the Colorado River. I know this because I'm using my GPSr. Southwest is cool because they let you use a GPSr.

Emilie went to the doctor again today and everything is still going well with the babies. Chase is basically over his illnesses, although he has a bit of a cough. He had something like a 24-hour flu and he gave it to Emilie. Emilie and Chase gave it to my mom and my mom gave it to my dad. Brad didn't get it because Brad has the immune system of a brass ox. Hopefully we're done with the sick thing for a while.