Dark Men and Iron Chefs

Enrique Iglesias (who I noticed on his ANTM guest appearance) and Maks from DWTS. Enough said. Clearly, I have a thing for dark-haired men. I was bummed to see Cameron go on DWTS this week, not so much because I'm a huge fan of his, but because I have a bit of a girl-crush on Edyta. She is smokin'!

I was watching the Food Network the other night and saw a commercial for Iron Chef, which showed who won the Next Iron Chef! I guess that's fair since the final episode aired on Sunday, but I haven't had a chance to watch the ti-fauxed episode yet! I've been waiting for a time when I could watch it with the kids, because they love it too. Last night, they had an Iron Chef battle with Play-Doh, and I was the judge. They both used "caviar" but T's dishes were more straightforward (jelly sandwich--don't worry, that's not what had the caviar) while H's dishes had a lot of "lightly sprinkled" and "glazed" going on. Unfortunately, 3 of her dishes looked pretty identical, so T won by a hair.

It's baaaaack!

The Amazing Race is back! I settled in last night to watch with H and T. H very calmly proclaimed that she was not going to root for anyone until she got to know the teams better, whereas every time a team was shown as leading, T yelled "I want them to win!" I could not be happier that Ari and Staella (I'd like to buy one of your extra vowels please) got eliminated. Soooo annoying and stereotypical. I like the New Orleans brother/sister team and Ronald and Christina--good manners go a long way in my book. The Goths surprisingly did not annoy me. And TK and Rachel seemed OK, though his name kept taking me back to my journalism days when we dropped "TK" in copy as a placeholder. I cannot stand all-girl teams that say they are relying on their looks or that they're competitive "like men." Say what? Women can't be competitive? Puh-leeze, they've never seen Pictionary at my house on Christmas Eve. Another thing I can't stand: Whining that the particular task at hand is "the hardest thing I've ever done." You know what? Give birth to an 8.5-lb baby without an epidural and then tell me whether that's still the hardest thing you've ever done. Or traverse halfway across a mountain with a dislocated shoulder. Suck it up people.

The "F" word

As I was lying in bed last night with the kids, watching a ti-fauxed episode of The Next Iron Chef, T turned to me and asked, "do you know what the 'F' word is?" I guess I shouldn't be surprised that kids haven't changed much since when I was a kid, but he's only 5! I told him that I did know what it was, and asked him if he knew, and why he was asking the question. It turns out that his friend told him that the "F" word was a bad word, but didn't actually tell T what it was. But T said he knew, and then (correctly) whispered it to me. He said he just knew--it was in his head. Then H chimed in saying that the "F" word plus "a-n-a" was really bad. I mulled this over and couldn't fathom what "f*ckana" was. I asked her to clarify, and she said, "you know, f*ckin' a." Guess A and I need to watch our language more around the kids.

Speaking of how childhood is the same no matter the generation, H is even telling the same jokes that I heard as a kid. Her latest is about 3 friends named Shut Up, Poop and Manners. Poop and Manners are somehow stuck in the toilet. Shut Up is asked what his name is, and he keeps answering "Shut Up," and then when he's asked where his manners are, he answers "in the toilet with Poop." Or something like that.