Holly, I apologize for jumping in here, but:

For some reason this jackass keeps coming up, and I assure you this will be the last time El Burro Loco gets attention on our site.  I did NOT post a comment under his name.  I simply edited his comment, not unlike what he did to my posts at G’s place.  He took the pussiest way out by answering the interview questions on G’s site knowing full well that there was no chance for me to get back up again after the low blows and knowing that all the underlings that cry out to be his friend would whoop it up for him.  And why?  Who knows.  Throughout history no one has ever followed a crazy jackass, but that’s what you get in El Burro Land – freaks and underlings.  The original reason I was pissed had nothing to do with the word vapid, it was the fact that you didn’t get it.  You told me I was whoring out my site looong before you called it vapid.

You are paranoid and weird and I’m impressed that you function at all.  And Pooua would be more interesting than you anyway.  You’re a ridiculous little twit that constantly AND consistently finds a way to put your 2 cents in.  If I passed you in the desert and you were on fire I woudn’t even piss on you.  So suck it El Burro Loco.  On your knees.  Suck it like a mistress, bitch.

Now back to Holly’s post!

ETA:  Comments are turned off because I don’t want to be swarmed by The Crazies, not because I don’t have the balls to take you on…You’re just not worth my energy anymore.

Is there anything better to break up the mundane, tedious nature of a marriage than vacation sex?  Just when I think I can’t possibly spend forever in this life.  Just when I am convinced that sex can’t become any less exciting, any more of a chore.  (And we’ve only just begun our marital journey together, which means that, by menopause, the mere site of him naked will send me into the corner of the room, whimpering and sucking my thumb.)  Just when I am sure that our sexual relationship has officially “hit the skids,” The Husband whisks me away for a four-day, three-night vacation.  Which means no Mommy/Daddy.  No teeny feet going pitter-pat on the wood floor in the middle of the night.   No Husband coming home grumpy after an hour in hot, hateful Dallas traffic.  No more responsible adult behavior getting in the way of being the young sexy couple we used to be. 

I remember the days before marriage and kids got in the way.  Stirring on a Saturday morning just before ten, remembering the delicious body lying next to you and quietly, slowly waking each other in only the casual, carefree way two people without children can.  After a leisurely roll in the hay, shower and dress for just long enough to feed yourselves in order to fuel the rest of the afternoon, which is most certainly spent in bed.  There is nothing more exciting than those first few months of experimental sex with a guy you are crazy about.   It’s all about new discovery and finding delight in pleasing him.  Those were the days.

Vacation sex takes you back to that early time in your relationship.  You remember why you fell in love with each other in the first place.  Sure, there’s not as much discovery or new excitement, but somehow, that’s better.  It’s a combination of the familiar with a sexy, uninhibited vibe.  It’s delicious and fun and necessary. 

We’re back home again, but trying to keep our “vacation sex” alive.  We are, as of today 0-2, but I won’t lose hope.  Victory, after all, is only a hotel room away!   

Love,

Holly

First we’d like to thank WearIt.com for requesting our review.

In theory I like WearIt.com.  I do like to shop online, and I can see how this site might help the uber busy person narrow down specific items they’re looking for.  But I am left wondering how WearIt.com makes its money.  And I’m a little disappointed that most of the coupons are from Kohl’s or other less pricey-couponed-out-stores.

The site itself is easily navigated and I like the colors and theme they’ve chosen.  I do worry if I give them my email then I’ll be blasted with a ton of junk mail that doesn’t interest me.  However, according to their website that won’t happen unless that’s what I want.

All in all WearIt.com left me feeling just meh.

Sabrina gives WearIt.com 2 out of 5 Countini’s

www.wearit.com is right down my alley — if you read my post this week, you know why.  The website is tailor-made for the online shopper.  There are coupons for shopping at tons of great places — Kohl’s, Macy’s, Old Navy, and J.Jill are just a few.  I love it!!  I can spend tons of The Yankee’s money and not have to leave my kitchen.  It’s a dream come true!

Kitty gives www.wearit.com 4 out of 5 Collin Countinis.

I think www.wearit.com is a great idea.  I love the idea of having one place to find all the coupons I need for shopping.  My only complaint is that the coupons were only available for either stores that are inexpensive anyway (Kohl’s) or that already send a gazillion coupons in the mail (Macy’s).  I was excited to see some higher end stores listed, but saddened to see that they weren’t coupons or discounts, only links to the product/store. 
My overall experience was: great idea, needs more exclusive offers.

Holly gives www.wearit.com 3 out of 5 Collin Countinis

 

I, personally, would have no use for Wearit.com. I don’t do much shopping online, plus I don’t really care for the stores that were listed. Wearit.com is a great idea, but it’s not quite there yet.

 

Lulu gives it 2 out of 5 Collin Countini’s.

 

 

 

I am what you might call a Collin County housewife anomaly.  The only prime time television I watch , besides The Office , is either baseball, football, or hockey.  I don’t watch Desperate Housewives (although I feel like one sometimes) or Grey’s Anatomy (I did like Patrick Dempsey in Enchanted though).  I enjoy listening to sports talk radio, and I hate the mall.  Yes, you read that right.  I hate the mall , any mall.  Maybe it stems from all the time my friends and I spent wandering aimlessly around Prestonwood and Collin Creek Mall before I got my driver’s license or maybe it’s because unless I know EXACTLY what I need (and sometimes even then) just the thought of walking into a big department store gives me tired head.

You might be thinking , Boy, The Yankee is lucky.  He has a wife who likes sports and hates shopping.  You’d be half right.  I hate mall shopping, but I have a problem and it is called online shopping.  I get in front of this cute little laptop, and I lose control.  Amazon.com?  Oh dear!  They sell books, movies, CDs, work-out DVDs, and all sorts of other wonderful things , and they’re priced so reasonably.  At least they are until you realize you’ve spent $300 and you’re not exactly sure what it was you bought.

Evidently, the Girl Child doesn’t have nearly enough clothes either (I know it’s hard to catch the sarcasm in the written word, but trust me , it’s there).  If I get anywhere near Gymboree.com or thechildrensplace.com I usually get a call from Visa wanting to make sure all those purchases were authorized.  Let’s not forget the Boy Child , clothes are not the problem for him.  I have a problem passing up an opportunity to buy licensed team clothing, backpacks, lunchboxes, outlet covers, nightlights, etc. for our favorite baseball, football, and hockey teams , do you see the problem here?

The problem is bigger than just an overactive online Visa account.  The problem is this computer , it is my lifeline to the outside world so I spend a lot of time on it , checking email, reading an occasional news article, and searching for something really cute for the Girl Child and really cool for the Boy Child.  I think I need a hobby that doesn’t need to be shaken or stirred and doesn’t come with an interest rate.  Until I can think of something though, I’m going to go see what I can find on eBay.  Toodles!  Kitty

I have a cold.  A bullshit summer cold.  So, I know I’m supposed to post something that will interest you equally as The Fol Shutdown of the millennium.  But I have a cold and it’s slowing me down.

So, instead of me sitting here racking my snot filled brain, I’m going to share with you some of my favorite posts:

Bad News Hughes if you’re not laughing hysterically by the time  you read this, I’ll give you your money back.

Go All & Sundry to see the most beautiful little boy.

Badger Meets World is the best George Carlin tribute I’ve read so far.

For a true blue assessment of all your favorite blogs, I love I Talk Too Much

But, really, I’ve cheated you, because Bad News Hughes is the funniest damn thing EVER!

Niihaus did a great job of trashing Angelina Jolie, but did an even better job talking to her vagina.

And, there’s always Suburban Turmoil.  We’ve been reading her for years and she puts the f in funny!

So, although I’m feeling under the weather, make a few clicks above and I’m sure you’ll be pleased….the Bad News Hughes guy is still the best!

Also want to add that I’ll be interviewing Matt Lafatta in the coming days.  If you have any questions you’d like me to ask, please email me or leave them here in the comments.

Ciao!/Sabrina

News Flash!

I was standing in line at Wal Mart the other night (can I get a collective groan here?) and as usual, was perusing the magazines as I waited.  I noticed The National Enquirer’s top headline.  Clinton Has Mistress.  As in Bill Clinton. As in, Used-a-cigar-in-a-sex-act Clinton.  As if he is usually Mr. Fidelity.  I wish I knew how to contact the dude who chooses stories for the Enquirer.  I would call him up and say “No shit, Sherlock.”  I love to say that to people.  It reminds me of when I was twelve.

But seriously, folks.  Is it even worth a blurb on the last page that Bill Clinton has a mistress? Did anyone ever think that Monica Lewinsky was his last affair?  We knew it wasn’t his only one and I, for one, don’t believe that a guy like that would even think life was worth living if he wasn’t sneaking around on his wife.  A guy like him probably sits with his wife, talking politics and drinking his tea with pinky raised, just waiting for her to go to bed so he can go to his monthly “Bring Your Own Gerbil” Coke and Pot Party. 

The Enquirer must really be hurting for stories.  You can’t tell me that there are no women giving birth to aliens anymore.  That there are no Elvis sightings.  You can’t find even one iota of information about Oprah reaching into her purse for a pen and pulling out one of Stedman’s balls?  Brangelina hasn’t created their own planet, stocking it with their own offspring?  I’m disappointed in you, Enquirer.  And for this reason, I am boycotting you.  For exactly two and a half weeks.  I will only browse Star and In Touch Weekly as I wait behind the old lady who forgot where she put her Lone Star food stamp card. 

Happy Monday!!

Holly

Quite frankly, FOL can suck my “vapid” dick.  The original post wanted to interview the biggest character on FOL, quite simple really.  The Real Housewives of Collin County is not for profit.  We are not set up to gain anything from the interviews or the posts.

FOL deleted my account, and I wasn’t even here.  They deleted Lulu as well.  We are just a blog.  They shouldn’t feel so jealous.  I’ll say it again, we are just a blog.  We’re here for entertainment.  We have nothing to sell.

So, suck it FOL mod’s and suck it right, like the little bitch you are.

I had to step away after my quickie little post; charity work!

Now, I would like to add that we won’t be taking back our Swoon of FOL.  It is still a great resource for people.  However, it’s the information you are being allowed to read, because apparently you are not allowed to see anything that turns the MOD’s panties in a wad.

And, while I applaud their efforts to keep spam off their boards, they need to realize spam when it’s spam.  My original post should’ve been considered a compliment.

Believe me when I say we don’t need FOL’s traffic.  We stir up enough on our own.  And I’d like to address El Burro Loco directly:  You are a moron.  You only post when taking the negative will cause a big enough stink you’ll get recognized by other posters.  How pathetic.  We had a name for people like you when I was President of the Debate Team , Loser.  And now you’ve found a venue where you can take the negative even if you don’t really care.  You. Are. A. Moron.  If you know so much about running sites and the cost then you should realize we are just a simple blog and then walk away from the keyboard and rub one out, you obviously need that type of stimulation, because mental stimulation escapes you.

As for your reference that we were whoring our site to get, what exactly?  Dumbass responses from you with absolutely no backing whatsoever?  El Burro Loco there’s one thing I know for certain:  I’d never whore anything out to you.

Want to comment?  Want to reply?  You’re on my turf now douche.  Let’s play.

I mean puhleeze D Magazine.  Blah, blah about Highland Park and University Park.  That’s like , too easy.  Did the journalists decide they didn’t want to actually work on this article?  The rag is already becoming such a fluff filled piece I’m embarrassed to have it on my coffee table.  And with Murphy scoring higher than Frisco, my 60 year old aunt is doing flip flops because she lives there, but come on, just because a city gets a Starbucks doesn’t mean it’s fabulocity.  I, for one, know that Snoop Dogg even made it to a private party at Frisco’s Verizon Club, I know because I was there!  Did Snoop leave and go to Murphy, or Parker, or even Highland Park?  Hell no.  He knows where to drop it like it’s hot my dear friends.

Did they venture into The Shops at Starwood and see that it houses it’s very own hoity toity mattress store?  And very soon Lindsay Lohan’s favorite cupcakes!  You can’t talk about Frisco and not review the ambiance.  It’s like a great smelling candle from Plum Crazy or Heart’s Desire!  The whole city smells of patchouli and vanilla.

I’m not even sure this month’s D Magazine is worth recycling.  It’s toast.  You totally missed the mark on this one.

Sabrina gives D Magazine 0 out of 5 Countin’s

D Magazine puts Frisco at number 15 on its list of Dallas suburbs?  Explain to me, again, how Murphy and Parker get rated higher than Frisco?  I know they’re smaller, so Frisco gets the shaft because more people want to live here?  Also, who was in charge of the Ambience score at D Magazine?  You’re telling me our amazing Frisco Commons Park and Warren Sports Complex didn’t kick Frisco up a couple of spots?  And don’t even get me started on Frisco Square at Christmas – in a word – FABULOUS!  I won’t be picking up an issue of D Magazine any time soon — even if it is the only magazine available to read while I’m waiting for my hairdresser to finish her perpetually late client that always seems to schedule her appointment right before mine (she’s probably late because she had to drive in all the way from Murphy to get a good cut and color).

Kitty gives D Magazine 2 out of 5 Countini’s

I’m just wondering if anyone from D Magazine has actually been to Frisco.  Do they know anyone who lives here?  If they did, I highly doubt they would rank it 15^th on their list.  According to D Magazine, Murphy is ranked higher than Frisco.  Seriously?  With it’s skanky Wal Mart and dirty trailer parks near South Fork Ranch?  How is this possible?  It’s right next to G-Town, for crying out loud!  Everything in Frisco is so new and shiny.  The shopping is FAAAAABULOUS and it’s just far enough north to keep the “riff raff” from cruising through, looking for trouble.  Plus, the schools, and the neighborhoods.  They are all either good, better or amazing.  Not saying that Highland Park and University Park aren’t nice places too, but haven’t they been done to death already? 

Nope, there’s nothing crappy enough in this town to land it at number 15, except for the D Magazines at the supermarket!! 

Holly gives D Magazine 2 out of 5 Collintini’s

Well, I have never heard of D Magazine. And I am certainly not worried that they didn’t place Frisco at the top of the list. Who are the people making these decisions anyway? They must be from Dallas County. Ugh!

Lulu will give D Magazine the benefit of the doubt – 3 out of 5 Collin Countini’s

 

            Forgive me for stating the obvious, but cancer sucks , hard.  Last January my world came tumbling down around me as my dad sat across from me and The Yankee at our kitchen table and told us he had lung cancer. (My mom was using the Boy Child’s brand new race car bed as a diversionary tactic with the kidlets upstairs.)  The good news?  They caught it early.  The bad news?  Duh , my dad had cancer.

            I am what you might call a Daddy’s Girl , always have been.  My dad is my hero and how he treats my mom and me was the measuring stick I’d always used while dating.  I guess that’s why it took me until I was almost 30 to find the right guy , that and the fact that for a while there I was dating drummers and other guys with more body piercings than the cast of L.A. Ink.  We don’t talk about that dark period in my life anymore though.  Needless to say, being the Daddy’s Girl I am, I did not take the cancer news very well.

We had known people with cancer , one of The Yankee’s friends from college has breast cancer.  They found it four years ago, and she’s still fighting it.  Did I mention her four kids all under the age of ten?  Are your maternal shoulders shuddering the way mine did when I first heard about it?  We did all the right things , added her to our prayer list, sent cards (she doesn’t live in Texas, as if she doesn’t have enough problems already), and sent Papa John’s gift cards so she wouldn’t have to worry about fixing dinner after chemo treatments.  But after a couple of months, my life went on , I no longer felt the urgency of her diagnosis.

Then suddenly, six months ago, cancer became an ever-present evil in my life.  My big, strong dad who never sat down and was constantly on the move went through surgery to remove the tumor in his lung , then through radiation and chemotherapy because the biopsy showed the cancer had spread to his lymph nodes.  This wonderful, thoughtful, full of energy, larger than life, long, tall Texan started to lose weight, lose his energy, and then lose his still-almost-black-at-69-years-old, thick hair.  He couldn’t stand up for long periods of time, he lost his appetite, and the pain medication dulled his razor sharp wit.  I wanted my daddy back.  I wanted to be able to talk about him and answer concerned friends’ questions without breaking down and crying.

I bought a yellow “Livestrong” bracelet and never took it off, added his name to our church’s prayer list, and gave even more money to cancer research.  And guess what?  Yesterday we got the results of his scans back, and he’s cancer-free!  He’ll have to go back to the doc for more scans in a few months because the nasty stuff will try to get to him again.  But for now, we’ll have a happy summer, and I’ll cherish every corny joke he tells.  We just have to make sure he remembers to put on 150 SPF sunscreen on his newly bald head.

Alrighty then, thanks for saving me hundreds (maybe thousands) in therapy.  No one was ever in greater need of a good, stiff Collin Countini.  Toodles!  Kitty

“Wakeland High School Cheerleaders will host the 3rd Annual Li’l Miss Cheer cheerleading clinic for young athletes in kindergarten through sixth grade.  Participants will learn and practice jumps, cheers, play games and other fun activities!” [taken from our fave Frisco-Online]

Dude.

Could it be more Collin County?  Kindergarten through 6th grade “athletes”??

Dude.  Can you say “Mommy wants to live vicariously through me”?

I’ll admit my daughters dabbled in cheerleading and dance.  I’ll even admit my 4 year old wore purple glitter eye shadow that required glue to put it on, (and the fun that was removing it = priceless!)  But, thankfully, someone slapped me.  While I was sitting in the stands of an auditorium in Garland (of all places), after waking up at 7:00am to get my 4 year old ready for her 1:00pm show, I looked around and saw so much that I didn’t want to be.  I didn’t want to be the mom that wore the rhinestoned shirt with my 4 year olds cheer facility on it.  I was sitting there with my hair in a hat with a ponytail trying to stay awake.  And trying desperately to blend into the blue auditorium chair.  That’s when I saw the following:

And I knew right then, I definitely didn’t want this to happen to me.  Obviously all the years of cheerleading had caused this mother’s hair to stand on end with excitement.  Riddled with adrenaline from her very hair follicle.  Could she not see the back of her hair?  Did she have no friends, you know, the good friends that will tell you when your hair looks like pointed knives, or just simply ludicrous?

Kindergarten through 6^th grade athletes.  I’m not so sure the term athletes bothers me more than “Li’l Miss Cheer”.  I’m telling you, you start out winning Li’l Miss Cheer – you end up looking like a chicken, from behind.

Ciao!/Sabrina