2 Hours 15 Minutes & Counting

Holy smokes! If this is ''close'', I'd hate to see what's ''far''. Still sitting on the plane at LAX.

NY NY (some day)

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Looks like we're almost out of here. Hopefully, my next entry will be from JFK. Keep your fingers crossed!

LA LA

Still waiting. Been waiting for over an hour. (We were suppose to depart at 9:30am.) But they say a replacement part has been located so hopefully we'll be on out way soon.

I heard a guy complain about them fixing the problem, which has to do with the fuel gauge. Dude! I'm so glad you're not the Captain.

This reminds me of that flight in Nepal a couple months ago that had a mechanical problem, which was ''fixed'' by sacrificing a goat. Oh yeah. I'm feeling better already.

Now if they can just get the TVs working.

No NY

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Scratch that previous estimate. Looks like there's a maintenance issue that will delay take off for about 20 min. (Did I mention that I'm in the last row?)

NY NY

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Home, Sweet Home for the next 5-1/2 hours. The bummer part -- I'm in the last row. Ugg.

NY, NY

So today I'm off to New York on a business trip. I was a bit worried the car service picking me up would get lost trying to find my house. I gave them my standard BBQ directions but I couldn't help but be worried.

So this AM I woke up and kept an eye out, anticipating that I'd see the car's headlights stray off to a neighbor's house. I turned on kitchen lights, opened blinds -- but looking outside all I saw was darkness. I checked my bags and got a cup of coffee. Still nothing...Or so I thought.

Just then I heard a car start. HOLY CRAP! He's already here and waiting in front of the house. How spooky is that? A car is sitting in front of my house and I'm totally clueless. (Don't even ask about the dog. He barely got up in time to see me rush out the door.)

Well anyhoo. I'm at the airport now, with plenty of time to spare, as my flight leaves at 9:30. Will keep you updated as the trip progresses.

Spaceship

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I love that something as simple as a binder clip can be transformed into something as complex as a spaceship. Santa isn't bringing toys this year. Think office supplies.

Taking Care of Kailey

So, this week we're watching Kailey while the boys are out of town. While Kailey loves the company, she seems to be getting a little more than she expected with Parker. On the bright side, though, she's getting a lot of exercise as Parker chases her around the house. Run Kailey, Run!

Bye Cookie!

So Parker and I are leaving daycare and his friend Lucas screams out the window, "Bye Cookie!" Then another friend, Hailey, joins him. "Bye Cookie!"

Cookie?

So the next day I ask his teacher about this Cookie business. "Why do the other kids call Parker "Cookie"?"

But she didn't know. It just seems like Lucas started it and it stuck. Even the other parents have notices the nickname and have commented on it.

Personally, I like it. It's kind of funny. But when I ask Parker, "Who's Cookie?" he responds with "I'm Parker." so I can't tell if he likes it or not.

I don't know, Parker. "Cookie Trillo" has a nice ring to it.

Biscuit Bandit

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I can't believe you're smiling Frankie. That's Parker with your dog biscuit in in his mouth. And it doesn't look like he's giving it up soon.

Daycare Anecdote

So it was the end of the day and I was at the daycare to pick up Parker. One of the teachers noticed that there was blue crayon scribbled on the table so she mentioned to one of Parker's classmates (and actually, one of his best friends at school), "Tyler, did you color on the table? You know, you're not suppose to color the table?"

Like a doe caught in a set of headlights, he just innocently looks up and responded, "Parker did it."

Okay, kid. Now, knowing Parker, he probably did do it. But this is something to remember in the future. When denying responsibility for the blue crayon on the table, don't do it with blue crayons tightly gripped in both of your meatpaws.

The Postal Service

So I have this shirt that my sister gave me for this band called The Postal Service. I'm sure it's good. (My sister has excellent taste in music.) But I just haven't gotten around to listening to them. Evidently, though, I'm the only one. I wore the shirt to a grocery store in Palmdale and the bagger commented on it, telling me how much she loved the band.

So today a wore the shirt and Aimee commented on it. No, she hadn't heard of the band but the name of the band and the artwork caught her eye. (Nothing sadder than a kid dropping his scoop of ice cream.) But that reminded me of the chick at the grocery store so I relayed that story to her. It's just weird that a shirt I got from San Francisco would elicit comments from down south. (Of course, now I discover that the band's from LA so I guess it's not as weird as I thought.)

But that takes me to later in the afternoon when I went to Starbucks. As one guy was getting me my coffee, a second guy says something to me. It was hard to understand but it sounded like..."Would you like *mumble* service?" Huh? Is this guy trying to upsell me something? "What?" I ask and he replies with the same thing. What the hell was this guy offering me? So finally I had to admit, "I have not idea what the hell you're saying." Now, you probably know by know what the guy was saying. Yes, he was a fan of The Postal Service and he was asking, "You like The Postal Service".

Again with The Postal Service. I guess it's about time I check these guys out and you know what...they're not bad. :o) Here a link to one of their songs, Such Great Heights. Very Death Cab for Cutie. Momma likes.

Pfit!

Pfit!

What the hell is that sound?

Pfit!

I'm driving home from work and I keep hearing this sound.

Pfit!

I look back at Parker. He looks normal, contently watching Toy Story. Hmmm. Weird.

Pfit!

I look up at the rear view mirror. He hasn't moved an inch. Maybe if I just watched him a little bit longer...okay, not going to happen during curvy, mountain road driving.

Pfit!

What is going on?! Wait. I think I've got a solve here. Break out the ol' camera phone and take a video. Low and behold, it is Parker. Sniffling...really loud. And yet, it doesn't break his concentration as he watches TV. Nice.

Daily Lit

Well, I have to agree with Wil Wheaton, Daily Lit is a pretty cool site. Is there a book that you keep telling yourself that you need to read? Well, if it's in public domain, Daily Lit may make it that much easier for your to reach that goal. Register and select a book and Daily Lit will email you the book, little by little, in digestible bits each day. I'm finally getting around to read Dracula. Of course, I'm already behind but I'm sure I'll catch up sitting my dentist's waiting room.

Trillos Unite

Chris' cousin Margie was in town with her husband Jim and son Christopher, which made a great excuse for a bunch of Trillos to get together. Plus, Chris' mom's birthday's next week so even better!

This gave Chris and Parker some pool time to go over the essentials…"Kick! Kick! Kick!" and squirting frogs. Squirting frogs you ask? Come a little closer and let them show you. :o) (Don't fall for it!)

At the other end of the pool, Jim and Gerry gab, oblivious of the nearby cow-tastrophe. On closer examination, things appeared to be all right as Dana made the most of the situation.

Of course, with all those people at the house, Frankie tried his best to get someone…anyone…to feed his need for ball. Will someone pickup this slimy thing and throw it?! (L-R: Frankie, Carly, Jasmine, Josephine, & Margie)

And what a trip to the North 40 with out a ride on the tractor? Chris made sure Christopher had a chance to get behind the wheel of the big green machine.

You've got to be kiddinng me!

So Aimee's friend Jen has been temping at work. Gabbing, I noticed that we both were doing Ancestry.com and she mentioned how she was surprised her brother was born in San Bernardino. So I had to ask...''San Bernardino? Did you live there?''

''Yeah.''

''Me, too.''

''What school did you go to?'' she asks.

''Cajon.''

Now this is where she's suppose to look at me curiously and/or say ''Oh, I went to San G.'' or something like that. No what actually happened...''So did I!''

What?!

''What year did you go?'' she continued.

''I graduated in 88.''

''87''

Holy Crap!

So I go and check out my yearbook later that night. Not only were we in the same school at the same time but we were both on the Mock Trial team!

There I am, third from the left. And there's Jen, all the way on the right. Is that weird or what? Unfortunately, I still can't place her. Jen can't place me, either. But I would think that's to be expected. My family just moved there that year so my ties there were pretty fresh...and then I was gone.

All in all, though, pretty weird, huh?

Kwik E Mart Stop

The Simpsons invade Burbank!

With the release of The Simpsons Movie, several 7-11s were converted to Kwik E Marts, including one close to work. My co-worker Larry was so excited that he swept Marge off her feet and gave her a quick kiss.

We had to wait in line to get in, which, unforturnatly, built up expectations. Once inside you were directed down the aisle of merchandise but aside from that there wasn't much in the line of Simpsonizing. You could buy Buzz cola (I got a couple a cans), a Squishee (yes, I got one...I was thirsty), and very Homer-style donuts (I got a dozen. Hey! A girl's got to eat.) but that was about it. There wasn't even any Duff Beer...go figure. Oh well. Despite the down points, I'm glad we went.

Dream Job or Nightmare

Well, usually I let Thommy write about this stuff but since he's been lagging on the blog front I guess I should note this milestone. We had an opportunity to make a major pitch today. And even though he's not writing about it, I'm sure he's pinching himself to make sure he's not dreaming. It was pretty exciting and if things go forward it would be a dream come true for him as it would be writing for one of his favorite horror franchises. And me? Well, any writing job would be awesome.

But here's my question...are there any superstition connected with seeing a rat prior to an important meeting? It was really weird but sitting outside just before the meeting, a rat came around the corner alongside the building. Then later he cut across the courtyard and startled a bunch of people before darting back across and getting away. I mean, we were in the middle of Beverly Hills. You don't expect to see that kind of thing. But, on the bright side, he didn't look like an evil rat...like the ones in Willard. No, he was more like Ben (who I guess was actually a mouse but you now what I mean). Anyway, it was weird.

On the good omen side of things, the pitch happened to be on the birthday of Thommy's favorite scream queen so maybe that cancels any bad mojo the rat may have brought.

And how did the pitch go? It's hard to tell. I'm a bit unsure, however Thommy was happy with the meeting. I'd just like to ask that you keep your fingers crossed for now...just in case.

Maisy Art Sense

As Parker grins wildly while he plays with one his favorite toys -- the Maisy pop-up play house -- I could not help but notice that Maisy's taste in art is eerily quite similar to Chris'. It's the truth.

See? Only Maisy discretely hangs her boat art in the bathroom over the shower. Chris' boat art -- after a heated discussion -- is hung in our living room.

Nap Time

Nap Time,
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Is this classic or what? You know he's tired when he falls asleep in the middle of his lunch...right on top if his PB&J.