And in the case of some visitors to New York, there are just no words to describe where they stay.

I was cleaning out my cell phone and found a few photos from September 2007.

Pictures from when a friend was in town.

Actually pictures from when a friend was flown into town by a national talk show and was put up in a hotel.

She called me as soon as she got to her room.

A friend of hers was also flown for the show and would be staying at the same hotel.

My friend asked me to come to the hotel before our dinner so I could see what she was talking about over the phone.

She wanted to make sure I believed her. So I walked over. She was waiting for me in the lobby

We went to her room. It was a bit ridiculous. Thankfully I’ve never stayed in a place like that.

But her friend. Well her friend’s hotel room was really the pits.

Not only could I not believe a hotel like this existed in Manhattan but I was shocked surprised a national talk show a successful show at that put their guests up in this place.

I just found these photos of her friend’s hotel room sitting in my cell phone.

Um, if you are every coming to New York, let me know so I can make sure you don’t stay there.

The view as soon as you open the hotel room door

They were kind enough to decorate the room with a side table dresser.

My friend tried to coerce me into the room. After she told me about all the um, hair all over the place.

I’ll spare you those photos.

A photo of the guy who came to see the room after she talked to the front desk about the cleanliness of the room.

He said it was very clean. Let’s hope he never makes any of us dinner one night.

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Car Song – Circus - Britney Spears “Theres only two types of people in this world, the ones that entertain and the ones who observe …”

Next stop – Look I just want this week to be over with already. Did I just say that? OK, what I meant was .. up next, I’ll be watching The Women because after the week I’m having, I want to see something that also isn’t getting rave reviews from many people. I’m going to be quiet now.

Drive Thru Interview with Stefania Pomponi Butler of CityMama

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Neil was looking at some pictures on my blog last night.

“I like pictures. I’m nosy” he told me.

Yea, you’re not the only one.

The other day I was told a few thousand Google searches were made for “Victoria Pericon Husband”

People must think I locked the kids father in the basement like that mother did on Desperate Housewives. (What a crazy story line right?!)

Their dad is in fact alive, happily doing his own thing and could care less about my blog.

He’s never asked me to not write about him (or to write about him) on my blog. 

But he did ask me yesterday to not say anything about his mother on here unless it’s fantastic because his family reads my blog (Hello to the Weinsteins! And the Smiths! And to whomever else related to him reading this instead of CNN.com)

I really am the only one deciding who, what and when shows up here.

So for all of you searching Victoria Pericon Husband in Google and want to see a photo, I’ll happily oblige with photos of the kids’ papa. And if you get ask nicely and offer me something pretty, maybe one day, I’ll post photos of my first husband who I know reads my blog and is terrified of his current wife finding out he still calls me. lol Don’t worry people, I’m not mean. I just find it hilarious considering. Well maybe one day, I’ll share that story. Because darling if that isn’t a $14.95 beach blanket paperback waiting to happen, I don’t know what is.

Some photos for inquiring minds …

The requisite wedding picture

That’s him on a boat in Hilton Head

At Luke’s third birthday party

Walking into Sesame Place

Socializing at Natalie’s 4^th birthday

On Harrison’s First Birthday

About to go into Natalie’s Preschool Graduation brunch

Trying to get Harrison to eat blueberry at Grandma Jenny’s house

At a friend’s party at a park in Brooklyn

Visiting the Baby Beluga whales at the Mystic Aquarium

See Google search people. Their dad exists. And I never use Photoshop so it’s really him.  Because if I was going to use Photoshop, I’d borrow a page from Kristen and mix a little Michael Vartan with a little Wentworth Miller and just a splash (ok, two splashes) of Benicio del Toro. 

Oh and my kids really appreciate your curiousity and concern but request next time instead of doing a Google search you send stickers and um cookies. Preferably hand iced ones in cutesy shapes.  These will do.

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Car Song – Case of the Ex - Mya “There’s no need to reminisce about the past”

Next stop – Deciding my work travel schedule for the next three months. Fun!

Drive Thru Interviews with Heather B of No Pasa Nada, Neil Kramer of Citizen of the Month and Aly Walansky of eBeautyDaily.com

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Alright fake Christmas tree; its time for you to get out.

It’s officially the end of the first weekend of January and that means all Christmas decorations must go.

Whether you want to be or not, this afternoon you’ll be packed away next to the other junk in my grandmother’s garage for another year.

All except the jingle bells and holly berries from the front door.

Because someone already did that for us!! Seriously, right after Christmas. What a Scrooge! Who would steal a holiday decoration?!

Look, I realize you may be sad but I refuse to turn us into one of those families who still has their Christmas tree up in March. No seriously. I’ve seen them. We won’t talk about them now though. Especially since someone in my family once suffered from that syndrome not too long ago.

Instead I’ll take down the decorations Natalie put up and put them in a box and remember the short holiday season we had with you.

And the fond memories.

It all started with a drive in the middle of December to my grandmother’s house in a slushy ice storm to pick you up from her garage.

You sat in the living room unassembled for a few days. (Neglect!!!!!) Then Miss Nat’s dad and I put you up before she got home from school. Walked her home from school and told her the great news.

Surprise! Promised we wouldn’t forget Christmas! But instead she only cared about the snow/frozen ice on the ground. I promise she didn’t care about that tree behind her on Park Ave. Promise.

Of course, Nat wanted to do a little decorating of her own. She went with me to the pharmacy and picked up blue candy canes in honor of “Mommy’s favorite color blue” and a bunch of silly red drugstore ribbons and then added her advent calendar and some quality decorations given to her since she was a baby. (Long gone are the days where Mama bought hundred dollar ornaments…)

When my mother stopped by on Christmas Eve, Natalie asked her to add a few last minute touches to you. And yes, my mother was probably thinking to herself… “What kinda crazy Christmas tree is this!?!?” But tree, we love you anyway.

On Christmas Morning, Santa did a late delivery (not going there!) so a photo was snapped with presents underneath you before the kiddos saw them.

We took photos (or tried to) on Christmas morning in front of you

Harrison watched the Yule Log and kept you company –

Christmas Day, we took photos next to you when a Santa hat wearing Nana came to visit and deliver gifts.

(But I forgot to take a picture of Grandma Jenny next to you when she showed up because well my mouth hit the floor from shock. But that’s another story.)

Nat did Wii Bowling next to you. You were her witness when she whooped her dad’s pathetic score!

Over the holiday break, Natalie and Luke posed for pictures in front of you –

And on New Year’s Day, Mister Harrison even climbed onto my grandmother’s lap to take a photo next to you.

(Doesn’t Harrison look like the largest toddler ever on my grandmother’s lap!!!)

So Christmas Tree, Mister Fake Spruce, we’ll see you again next year. Same family, just different apartment. You were like family sharing this holiday’s special moments with us. But like family who overstay their welcome during the holiday season.. it’s time for you to go. 

Until the adventures of next Christmas season.

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Car Song – Come on Eileen (cover) by Save Ferris “You in that dress my thoughts I confess verge on dirty”

Next stop – Kids are back to school in the morning and I’m off to do some in person interviews with a few authors and entrepreneurs.  Before I go, I’m getting to the bottom of the confusion between Dylan McDermott and Dermott Mulroney. Because seriously, Rice a Roni and Tenderoni have already caused enough confusion.

Drive Thru Interviews with Kristen Chase of Motherhood Uncensored and Kelly Wickham of Mocha Momma

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