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As many of you may have noticed from my social media pages, Brian and I jetted off to New York City Saturday morning and returned to Kansas on Sunday evening. The purpose of our trip was blog-related [update: read more about my experience with Google Glass here], but we did our best to soak up the city while we were there. And by "soak up" the city, I mean that I ended up sneezing black stuff for a solid 24 hours after we returned home. [Well, that was an unnecessary detail.] Seriously, New Yorkers, how do you deal with all that smog? It's so suffocating! Wait, I know how. It's the food. The glorious food! Mmmm...I could really go for some Bareburger right about now.



Enough about the food, though. That's not what stresses me out about traveling to New York. The purpose of this post is to tell you more about our hotel. Because I like to talk to fellow hotel snobs before I spend the equivalent of a mortgage payment on a hotel room. That's why.

I made two promises last week. One was a promise I made to myself that I will never again take a 16-hour road trip with two toddlers. Unless we move and I absolutely have to do it. And then I'll probably be in the back seat screaming the entire time. And then the kids can record me for a change. The second promise is that I would publish this video here today. But, before you view it, there are eight things you should know:

1. No two clips are the same.
2. I sent hours of this footage to Gitmo.
3. These are the happier moments I captured. (I spared you the unhappy ones.)
4. No children were harmed in the making of this video.
5. Though, children may have been disciplined in the making of this video.

This past Wednesday—the day we drove from Georgia back to Kansas—was probably the longest day I have experienced since I labored 22 hours with JJ. Except for the day three weeks ago when we went from Kansas to Georgia. Both of those road trips were much like giving birth. Long, laborious, loud, and painful. Only […]

We spent last weekend in the North Georgia Mountains with my dad’s side of the family at our annual reunion entitled “The Hinesley Invitational Tournament.” What? Doesn’t your family have an official name and embroidered polo shirts for all your reunions? Huh.

This week is an exciting one for me for several reasons: 1) We’re in Georgia visiting our families. 2) Tomorrow morning, Brian and I will hop on a plane to go to Chicago and leave our kids with my parents…for FIVE days. 3) I forgot what else I was going to say. I can hardly […]

Don’t even pretend you didn’t miss me last week because I know it isn’t true. You have literally been waiting by the computer for days to see if I had fun on my family vacation. Haven’t you? Anyone? Helloooooooo? [Maybe if we’ll ignore her, she’ll get over herself.] Well, since you asked, I did have […]

There are few things that my husband hates more than packing to go on a trip. He is one of those who would willingly take two screaming toddlers to Walmart on Saturday morning to buy feminine products if he knew it would make me smile. But, when it comes to packing his own suitcase, Brian […]

You know what is a humbling experience for a 31-year-old man with a wife and two kids? That knot in the pit of his stomach as he speeds by a cop on a rural, country route. Only to check the rear-view mirror and see him pull a Dukes of Hazzard move in the middle of […]

I bet if neurologists did even the most cursory study of my brain functionality—specifically my long- and short-term memory—they would find that I’m only slightly better off than Ozzy Osbourne. Though, probably for different reasons. I blame my dad’s genes for my awful memory. But I’m not so sure that Ozzy even remembers who or […]

If you read my post last Friday you know that our weekend was a fun-filled one. (Read heavy on the sarcasm.) I mean, who wouldn’t want to spend 12 hours cleaning out the garage and another 14 hours haggling with strangers about how much they should pay for box upon box of once-treasured memories? I […]