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A TV production company is looking for mom bloggers to be part of a reality show.  Cool Dad thinks I might have a chance because what other mom is foolish enough to willingly live the way we live, right?  If they like my video, they’ll call me in to interview at the big BlogHer conference here in NYC in a few weeks.  Yikes.  I always enjoy seeing CD step into the cameraman/director/editor role, so I agreed to all this.  Here’s the final product!

Oh yeah, and some of you might notice that we taped this right after I cut off (by myself) about 8 inches of hair for some upcoming video posts.  Check back later this week to watch me butcher my hair for the sake of frugality!

Did anyone else do this? If so, please post a link in the comments. And in general, would you be willing to be part of a reality show?

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This is the story of an island.

It was almost an accident that they ended up on The Island, but it was no accident. It was the machinations of an intricate plan with ancient roots.

Each of them were lacking direction of a sort, tossed about by the waves. Stripped of the comforts of home, wandering the jungle, they were scared, misplaced, doubtful, but alive with hope.

This is because The Island is special. It transforms and it hones. It offers mysteries and histories deeper than the waters that surround it. Somehow, on The Island, they found their way.

But some of them left. And some were left behind. Turmoil ensued. Maybe they were never supposed to leave. But maybe they were.

This week, we begin the next chapter in the story about The Island. And the story will go to lengths more extreme than we could have ever fantasized.

But the story is real.

The Island is Manhattan. Cool Mum and Cool Baby left weeks ago, but now they come back. Our future will be chaotic. Questions loom like skyscrapers and statues; answers may lie in their shadows.

Our story is landing somewhere, but we don’t know where. Our hope is secure, though sometimes we can’t help but feel lost. But we’re ready for the next chapter. Cool Mum is pregnant.

As we all know, Conan O’Brien hosted his last episode of The Tonight Show last Friday. I watched his closing comments online the next morning, and this statement stood out to me as brightly as Conan’s red hair:

“All I ask of you is one thing: please don’t be cynical. I hate cynicism — it’s my least favorite quality and it doesn’t lead anywhere. Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you’re kind, amazing things will happen.”

On the exterior, I am kind, soft-spoken, and a little funny. But under that thin layer lives a very cynical soul. If I took away that cynicism, I’m not sure if I would recognize myself.

The cynicism serves its purpose. It protects me. It makes me feel better about myself by pushing others down. It contributes marginally to my sense of humor. However, as is the case with so many things in this world, what makes me feel good is actually a cancer. Like The Bachelor (two hours every week? really?).

I want to be kind — truly kind. I want to be happy for the successes of others and applaud their efforts without planting devious motives in their heart. At first, I think that the opposite of cynicism is naïveté. I’m wrong though; it’s love. And whatever quality I think is enhanced by cynicism, like my humor, can be enhanced more by love and the positivity and creativity that come with it.