Okay, first with the fun stuff. This week’s giveaway. Well, since my next book, BAD BOYS IN KILTS, officially hits the shelves this Wednesday (that would be day after tomorrow, March 1st, Wednesday of this week, at a bookstore near you…okay, enough with the shameless plugging, I get it.) So, anyway, I thought I’d giveaway a signed copy. Then I realized that no one would go buy a copy if they thought they might win one this week, which means it should have been last week’s giveaway, but as I’m in the final stages of deadline dementia (finishing up the spin off to Bad Boys In Kilts, in fact) I overlooked this key factor.

But what the heck, I’m giving it away anyway! Send me your emails to donna@donnakauffman.com with PICK ME!! in the subject line and come Friday I will randomly select a lucky winner from all the entries. Good luck!

Well, the Olympics are over and, while I watched, I didn’t get caught up like I did four years ago. I’m not sure why. I was glad Ohno got his gold though. I like that guy. But my real heartbreak is this. Yes, it’s true. Dancing with the Stars is over. I know, I know! Sniff. Where am I going to get my weekly ballroom fix now? At least America got it right and awarded the Glittery Trophy of Excess to Drew and Cheryl. Whoooooooooo!

Now start casting Season 3, dangit! I miss this stuff already.

So…on a reality roll here…tonight we find out who The Bachelor picks. Yeah, I know. Yawn. You might have detected my personal shark jump a few weeks ago as I haven’t commented on this show in a while. It’s just..I. can’t. care. I’m finally over it. (She says, until they trot out the next Bachelorette… I know, I’m such a Fickle Fanny.) But this season? I’m so over it. Depending on how I feel, I might MAC tomorrow, or I might not.

However, I will most definitely be MACing like a MADwoman on Wednesday morning, yo. Because? Tomorrow night, ah yes, tomorrow night, I finally get my fill of my PHIL back!! The action, the adventure, the travel, the exotic locales, the (thank god) teams of two with a pre-existing relationship, the Amazing Bathmat of Elimination, and….the Philiminator himself. Yes, the Amazing Race is back! I’m giddy, I’m verklempt. This is the reality show that sucked me into the Reality World. It’s all Phil’s fault. Actually, it’s all Jill’s fault. She made me watch. But it’s Phil and his Amazing Eyebrow Pop that turned me into an unabashed reality show fangirl. (Hey, I don’t smoke, I don’t drink, a girl has to have one vice, right? And it’s not even fattening!)

(No, cookie dough ice cream does not count as a vice. It’s a food group, I tell you. A food group. Where else am I going to get my daily dairy intake?)

Confession time: Amazing Race is the only reality show that actually calls to me as a competitor. (See the world! Do crazy stunts! No starving like Survivor. And no bugs!) I came very close to signing up a few summers ago. A fellow writer pal of mine (Hi Jill!!) and I were going to fill out the forms and film our entry video at the Romance Writers of America national conference. Because, come on, we’d have been shoo-ins! If the Bowling Mom’s can make it, can you imagine “Team Romance Writers?” Casting Gold, I tell you! We were a lock. But my trusty partner ended up having very painful total reconstructive shoulder surgery and I ended up having very painful, totally reconstructive divorce proceedings. Not because of Amazing Race. Although, in retrospect, perhaps that would have been a most excellent time to leave the country for six weeks on a trip around the world. Ah well. Life’s not over yet. It could still happen!

So, last season, during the Family Edition, my extended family and I had a great time imagining how things would have gone if we’d entered with various four-person pairings from our own genetic chain. Much hilarity ensued. In reality, probably not so much for the competing team as for those of us at home watching them self destruct on national television. Still, it made our least favorite season more bearable. And, given as how I am the lone female in a house surrounded by teenage guys and all their teenage guy friends, I had much love for those Linz boys. But even more for their lone sister, Megan. I’m glad she survived, as it gives me hope! And I’m glad they won. (And donated their winnings to their parents. Naturally, I made sure my guys saw that part of the show. )

Happy Monday, everyone!

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