We were not asked to review Urban Crust, but after having dinner there decided it was definitely a place we wanted to share with our readers.

For those of us in Frisco, where everything is right-fucking-there, it is going to seem like an eternity to get to.  When I put the address in my navigation system then nice voice came back and said, “What the fuck?”  But she led me anyway to Urban Crust.

I wasn’t exactly dressed for the temperature drop that happened from dusk to evening.  The waiter was kind enough to go down to his car and get me one of his jackets.  And that made the evening much much more enjoyable for me.

The atmosphere was awesome.  No one trying to outdo anyone else.  No cougars.  Just people out for the evening.  I would guess there wasn’t a single person there.  It appeared to be all girl’s night outters or couples.  It was nice to watch the sunset from the rooftop.  Very cool!  Whereas I would never take my husband to Loft 610, I am already planning on taking him to Urban Crust.  Food was excellent!

If you’re looking for a different place and want to “get out of town” for the evening you should definitely put Urban Crust on your agenda.

Sabrina gives Urban Crust five out of five Countini’s

So my husband had mentioned that he noticed this place, some time ago, and it was always in the back of mind to try.  Well Ms. Twila suggested it, and I was excited to go. 

It was a haul, but very well worth the drive.  The rooftop, although a bit chilly, had a great view, and a nice atmosphere.  Go there extremely casual, and you’ll fit right in.  It’s definitely not a place where anyone is trying to impress anyone else.

I also liked that their menu was limited.  It was pretty much pizza, salads, appetizers (the mushroom one was to die for), and a few other meals.  I’m not a fan of The Cheesecake Factory because it takes me 30 minutes to read the damn menu, then another 30 to figure out what I want.  I like simple, and I like limited, but good options.  That’s what I felt they had.

So I truly enjoyed my salad, and I was happy with the whole experience.  My martinis were consistent and great.  And the sweet, sweet waiter, who randomly brought me out a coat, was more than I could have asked for! 

Elanah gives this place four out of five Collin Countinis.

Can you believe it? My ladies drove past Preston for something other than Pilates! We desperately needed to get together. Normally we are on their side of town, this time I suggested a new place and they both agreed. After I choked on my beer in amazement I went to tell Hubby. That’s when his eyes got real big, “Wait, they’re are driving how far? Are you sure about this? Am I going to wake up to a Sabrina and Elanah on our couch? Be sure to take the truck since it still has a few coke stains from the last time Sabrina rode in it.”  (Some day… one of us will tell the Taco Bell story, someday.)

Ok, so back to the review. We checked out Urban Crust in downtown Plano. This place was hoppin’. We arrived a bit early to try and get happy hour deals and the wait was already an 1 1/2 for a table! So we headed up to their roof top bar. You guys, this place is great! Yes, it is cool that part of their bar is made of ice but what was even better was the service. The bar was packed but the bartender did a great job taking our order quickly and even walking out from behind the bar to hand it to us. Total gentleman.

While Elanah and I waited for Sabrina to arrive we found a table on the rooftop. Not the warmest of nights but hey, we were going to get a table soon. After a little while we were all shivering a bit. Can you believe this? Our waiter noticed and brought Elanah one of his coats, then asked if we needed the one in his car?! This man ran up and down 3 flights of stairs to make sure that we were warm. After that, we skipped over our warm table inside and stayed out there to enjoy our pizza.

Oh man… the pizza. Delicious. And the mushrooms we had as an appetizer were addicting. In fact, I think I could have just had the mushrooms and been a very happy housewife. Oh and after Elanah’s martini issues at Buckwild’s I think I need to mention that they gave 3 olives in their dirty martini’s.

Twila gives Urban Crust 5 out of 5 Countini’s. Can’t wait to go back with Hubby and then have a few pints at the Fillmore next door.

Okay, so people it’s time. I’m having the talk with hubby this weekend and holding my breath. I’m going to suggest that we don’t start trying, so to say. However, I’m going to suggest that we stop not trying. Yes, that’s right, I’m going to talk to hubs about having a baby.

I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and doing the math. I ain’t getting any younger, and we’re now at a point that hubby will be back in the house by the time Jr. were to arrive.  I think distance has been good for us, and I feel we’re at a good place, marriage wise.  Basically, I think it’s time that we should just see what happens.

Now, I can’t say it enough, we won’t actually be trying. There were be no temperature taking and no fertility clinic appointments. I see hubby four days a month. Since woman really have, what, a two day window each month, I’m thinking the chances of this happening any time soon are slim to none. However, at least it gives us the chance to have hot condomless sex, which I’m all about.

And just because I think it’s time, it doesn’t quite mean baby Elanah will be coming any time soon. Hubby has no idea this conversation will be sprung at him Friday night. Replies I can expect might be, ’sure, let’s do it’. However, I would be less surprised if I got something like any of the following:
‘Have you gone mad?’
‘Are you crazy?’
‘Do you truly understand what you’re asking?’

So wish me luck. I’m ready.   Well, maybe not ready, but as ready as I’ll ever be.  This could be the start of a whole new revelation for us.  No birth control sex.  Suddenly we could let God do his thing and become like the Duggar’s.  She’s got my bangs and all!

Anyway, I’m interested to see how this thing goes.  I guess if he doesn’t get on board, there’s always option B.  Let’s just say it includes something along the lines of getting him drunk and putting small holes through condoms.

The future Mr and Mrs Elanah:

I am starting to feel a bit older. I’ve always been a morning person. The second that alarm goes off, I’m ready to get shit done. But since the days have gotten a bit shorter my bed sure has seemed nice. I have never been so glad for the time change in my life. For some reason my brain has decided that it is the answer to all of my prayers. That one hour gained. One hour that the sun rises a bit earlier, making it so that my body will also rise a bit earlier.

This isn’t the only reason I’m feeling kinda old. The fact that I am sore all of the time. I push it to hard at the gym, sore. Have a bedroom session with Hubby that lasts a little longer than normal, sore. Sleep too long in one position, sore. Sit on my ass to watch football, sore. It’s like I have to constantly be moving like a ADHD 10 year old boy not be sore from not moving. No matter what, something hurts.

It has gotten to the point that Hubby and I jokingly debate putting each other through massage therapy school since we are constantly trying to get each other knots out. I practically broke my thumb the other night digging it in his back trying to get a knot out. Of course, I also think he likes the idea of getting that happy ending. As for me, I require the happy ending at the beginning because I don’t want to do shit after a massage.

This soreness has got to stop. I keep telling myself it’s just because I am running after two toddlers. Please… let it be because of that.

I would like to continue the conversation that started in the comments of the post I did about sex.

So, oral, I like to provide and not receive.  In fact, back when I was dating it would be a deal breaker if the guy was insisting on it.  It wasn’t until I read all the comments from that post that I realized I might be depriving husband from something he actually enjoys.

However, while giving this matter a lot of thought, I said to myself, “Self, if he wanted to stick a ball gag in your mouth and spank you with a coat hanger, you wouldn’t let him do that either.” 

I suppose my question is:  What is a sexual deal breaker for you?  For your significant other?

I’m not a Christmas girl, and I don’t care for Thanksgiving. There’s something about being around my family that makes me cringe. Halloween, on the other hand, is one of my favorites. This year, I slacked a bit. I have only known what I was going to be for a month now. Usually, by November 1st, I’m already thinking about the next year.

A friend of mine, recently asked for some pictures of his costume from a few years back. This made me laugh, and is still one of my all time faves. He was a prison guard, I think. Or something like that. It’s totally wrong, but he definitely got the laughs all evening.

So excited for this weekend. It’s like November and December for me, all in one!  So what are some of your favorites?  And please don’t say pregnant nun or white trash.

I have SIX dozen roses on my kitchen island.  Oh.  Yes.  I know you want to know why I deserve SIX dozen roses on my kitchen island.  And I’m gonna tell ya.  This is not for the people with weak hearts.

 I have had copious amounts of sex this week.  Did you just notice the new word I’m trying on to see if I like it , copious.  It wasn’t the flip all around throw against the wall sex, it was just straight up banging.  I’d forgotten how lovely his penis is and how perfectly curved so that it fits just right to hit me just right.  The kind of “right” that makes you grab the pillow case with your newly filled fake nails, then bite his shoulder.  Then be reminded that you have to be a little quieter because, you know, those damn kids!  I even got a, “God that was good head!” comment.  And who doesn’t like being appreciated for their Good Head Talents?  I’ve been practicing the technique for years.  (And, secretly I already know that I’m really, really good at it , because I fucking love it.  And when you love something you go out of your way to make it one of the things you are the best at.  I could seriously win a Sucking It trophy.)

 So, I’m telling you, my dear Internet about this copious amounts of sex because I’ve kind of been in a dry spell.  Not that I haven’t been offered, I’ve just not been interested.  And it’s not that I haven’t been horny, just ask the showerhead.  I have just been sorta meh about the whole idea of it.  Even though I know I’m really good at it. 

 The trailer’s been a rockin’ people!  Copious amounts of rockin’.

 I give myself 5 Countini’s this week (and I can so do that since I own this bitch and all).

So there has recently been all this controversy around the Ralph Lauren Model who looks, well, a little not normal. So many people are up in arms over the false expectations these fashion companies provide for women.  My question is, who in the hell wants to look like this?

I’m sorry, but to me that is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen. I would never give up food for the rest of my life so I could aspire to one day look like this. She’s gross, gross, gross. Then there’s the whole topic of her head, which probably weighs twice as much as her body.

And to any man that wants this, all I have to say is I won’t compete.  I won’t even try.  Have her, and she can have him.  How awkward does dinner have to be?  I mean do you honestly expect her to order something?  Or is it really, really uncomfortable as she’s sitting their stirring her lemon wedge in water, and sipping it slowly as he talks to her?  What happens if she does eat something?  Does he start to panic that indeed just a few months from now she’s going to look like her fat mother?  Does he dump there right there on the spot? Or I guess he can spend the rest of the evening listening as her body even attempts to digest this foreign thing she just put in her body.   And can someone explain how sex would work?  Obviously she has to be on the bottom with extra pillow support.  One swing back, that goes even slightly too hard, and her head is snapping off and sailing through the air.  The whole scene is just disgusting to me.

So in order for this picture to be taken one of two things had to happen.  First, either this woman honestly looks like this with no help from Photoshop, and there was actually someone that looked at her wanted her in that ad.  Which, if that’s the case, shame on them.  Or second, someone did actually Photoshop this picture, and actually thought that what they did enhanced this woman’s image.  Since when did the bobble head look come in style?  Ugh, I just jumped on the leggings band wagon, and now I need to figure out how I can get the bobble head look?  Maybe I’m just not cut out for Ralph Lauren’s clothes.  I guess I just have to let it go.  My arms are a little more than one inch in diameter.

Growing up, one of my friends had this crazy relative that would never eat anything starting with the letter H. Company or food. So no Hershey’s bar, hamburgers, hummus. Ok… so I’m pretty sure hummus wasn’t totally popular back then. But still. I always thought the whole idea was, well, coo-coo.

The other night I headed out with my entire family for an evening of errands and dinner. After a quick stop at Tractor Supply we start talking about dinner. (Don’t you love Collin County, in the morning I find myself at Willow Bend, shopping at Neiman’s and by the evening I’m at a tractor store.)

We don’t eat out a whole lot so I wanted to go somewhere other than the same old chain. Hubby started just naming off restaurants as we drove along the frontage road. After naming off a couple, Hubby mentioned a place called Kountry Kitchen. Or something like that.

That’s when I said, “No, I don’t like to eat at places that change a ‘c’ word to a ‘k’.”

Hubby – “Are you kidding me?”

Me – “No. It feels wrong. When I think of the letter k it makes me think of the KKK. Therefore, I want nothing to do with a company that purposefully changes the ‘c’ to a ‘k’.”

Hubby – “Wow, I still find out the oddest things about you.”

Is this weird people? Because for some reason, I thought it was totally normal. Holy shit, I am turning into the crazy relative!

Whoops!  Today was my day to tell you a story.  Instead I went to pilates, got my nails and toes done, got my car detailed and tanned.

And none of that is interesting at all.  It just says, “Hello!  I live in Frisco and it’s a regular fucking Monday.”

So this is the little nugget I have for you.  I want to beat the living hell out of that kid that constantly wants more phone minutes from his mom.  “But those are old minutes waaaahhh I want new minutes!”  “Minutes don’t expire!  These are rollover minutes.”

I have tolerated quite a bit of studity in my life from my 17 year old son, but by commercial 3 I would’ve expected him to get it by then.  They need a new cast of characters.  All I want to do is rent an RV and drive all over the United States thumping that dumb kid on the forehead.  That’s all – just thumping him on the forehead.  Oh, and run over the mother on our way out of Collin County.

And that is what has been on my mind today.

(Also – we are losing the Hottest Mommy Award!  It’s slipping right out of our fingers.  YOU. Must. Go. Vote.  Don’t make me post a picture of my feet – OR a picture of my toe next to my boobie a la Fiji again!)

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I wanted to repost last weeks review because, thanks to the fabulous awards, this really awesome place’s review got moved down quickly.

So, here’s a Deja Moo (That’s when you’ve heard the same bullshit twice):

We’ve been asked to review a lot of things, some strange, some normal. Honestly, if we were offered some free Botox I would’ve been less jumpy than having someone, other than my normal guy, cut my hair. So I wasn’t excited. I was hesitant and needed some Patron. I. Am. Admittedly. A. Freak.

And, besides, I have never considered going to a salon “me time”. It’s kinda looked at as a waste of time. Now, I know this is a long review , but read it!

After feeling like I had OCD and having to count to 10 before going into Von Anthony salon, I opened the doors to find a very friendly and adorable staff waiting to greet me. And, come on ladies , the front staff can make or break a joint. They chatted with me just enough. Did NOT over talk to me, but welcomed me enough that I felt very comfortable. So, I can’t do this review without mentioning the front staff!

Moving along, I met my massage therapist and she was equally enjoyable to be around, even though massages aren’t really my thing (remember I don’t consider any of this “me time”. If I was in a hotel room watching free porn , now that’s some “me time”.) She totally won me over when she told me I was perfectly normal. I’m not sure in what context because she had me feeling like Patrick from Spongebob cartoons , yep, my voice sounded just like that when she was finished. However, the next day my spine was killing me, so much so that I had to take Advil. So it was a little rough for my liking.

Then I was whisked away to meet my stylist Michelle. And I was doing some very short breathing and trying to convince myself that it’s only hair. It’s only hair. It will grow back. It’s only hair.

And then I saw it. The most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen. A foot or so above my head hung a hairdryer. I know. Just shut up and think about the brilliance in that for a moment. Now you totally want to go to Von Anthony, don’t ya?

Michelle is my new hair stylist! She could tell I was freaked out and worked me through it and she’s pleasant as hell. My 17 year old son even noticed my hair! I think they’re all on some kind of medication that induces smiles and happiness. (Like if you watch Grey’s Anatomy and you remember the episode where Christina discovers dermatology and can’t leave the room.) GO! You will not regret it. Plus, it’s a new salon, so there is very little wait time.

Sabrina gives Von Anthony 4 out 5 Countini’s just because of the Advil.

So as we all know I had a bit of a purple issue with my last stylist. No, I never went back. However, I went on a mission to find another stylist. I was sitting in Chicago Pizza Cafe, when I noticed a woman who had amazing hair. So I asked who her stylist was. She handed me a card, told me that she was in fact a stylist, and worked next door.

Seriously, the next day we got the email to do the Von Anthony review, so I was super excited.

So there were definitely good and bad. I went in with a bad attitude because included in our list of services was a massage. Twila and Sabrina got one, and for some reason when I called and asked for one they didn’t have anyone available for it. So I’ll be honest, it really, really pissed me off. Well I added a lip and brow wax to the facial. The facial was good, not great, but okay. When I pay for a wax, I don’t want to do any plucking at home for a while. However, that night I still had to take care of some strays that were missed. So on that scale, I was disappointed.

HOWEVER, Michelle, totally made up for all the bad with the most fabulous hair cut and color I have had in a long, long time. I even did low-lights, and my hair looks freaking amazing. I can style it myself, making it look just like she did, and I can’t tell you the number of compliments I’ve gotten on it. My next door neighbor, who is definitely not a girly guy, even commented about how she got my color right. This is a guy who I would have been shocked had he noticed I went from blonde to brown.

I had one friend not even recognize me when one day in the store. I’ve been told I look like a ‘rock star’, and many, many other compliments. Unless she suddenly takes a turn for the purple, Michelle has a customer for life.

So pre Michelle, I would have only given then one or two Collin Countini’s. However, Michelle helped bump it up to four.

Woooohooooo! I found someone who doesn’t have a heart attack when they see my hair! My test of a salon is what their reaction is when I take my hair down from my ponytail and they see that I have two peoples worth of hair. Not only that, half of my hair is curly and the other half is straight. My hair tests a hairstylist skills to the limit and Melissa did a great job.

She didn’t give me a new look, she just improved the cut that I already had. Making it easier for me to replicate the style at home. She also put some sort of voodoo treatment on my hair that calms it down. And gave me this crazy color gloss that made my natural highlights pop.
Twila loves Melissa.
Do I even need to review the massage and facial? Because we all know that they are good. My masseuse totally changed gears after talking to me and worked on my sore muscles from going to the gym earlier in the day. And the facial lady did some crazy thing while massaging my ears that practically put me to sleep right there. No joke, I felt like they had slipped me a muscle relaxer.
When I got home, all I wanted to do was slip into bed and drift away into a blissful 12 hour sleep. Too bad a fully cooked meal didn’t come in the package.

Twila gives Von Anthony Salon 5 out of 5 Collin Countinis.