Mark Burnett, call me!

We're home after a long, crazy weekend in Californ-I-A. It was a whirlwind of a weekend and it almost seems like it didn't happen. Did I really do a live audition for my own TV show? What would possess me to be so crazy? Why did my husband (and kids) go along with it? I can't believe I actually walked into Mark Burnett's Production studio this morning. The whole thing is a little surreal... and it was such a FUN experience.

Today's interview was a lot different than Saturday. They say over two thousand people showed for the live audition. It was fun, crazy, exciting, loud, chaotic, and bizarre. I loved every minute of it.

This morning, the mood was very different in the production studio. We were told that we could NOT introduce ourselves to anyone else in the waiting room. We couldn't talk about the show or our ideas. In fact, the official instruction was not to SPEAK to anyone else. There were only a handful of people. I think we all felt the pressure. It was still exciting, but way more intense. I think I did well. It was nothing like my audition on Saturday, but I still felt confident and relaxed. On the drive home, I thought about a million other things I should have said, but it is what it is. I have no control over whether they pick me as a finalist. I think if they are looking for a white, Mormon, stay-at-home mom then I am their girl. I did my best and we'll have to leave it at that. No regrets.

I am not sure exactly how many were given a second interview, but the producer I met with pinched his fingers together and said "this many" got call backs. A handful of people in LA, but they did live auditions in four cities and there are thousands of people uploading their ideas on Oprah's website. I am thinking that I may still whip together a video and post it before the deadline (the 26th.) It can't hurt-- and I should do what I can to make my case heard. I am already this far in, I might as well give it everything I've got.

Aaron, Cindy and the kids waited outside in the courtyard during my audition. I could see them from the waiting room window and it meant the world to me. After such a crazy weekend, I am grateful to come home with the people I love. I know there are so many out there who were auditioning for their "dream" job. They will be crushed to find out they didn't make it. I knew that I was not like so many who auditioned. Sure- a television show would be fun... but no matter what the outcome, I am lucky enough to be living my dream as a wife and a mother. I would feel ungrateful to ask for anything more-- but I won't turn it down if the opportunity presents itself! If I make it to the next level, they will call me in two weeks. If I don't, I won't hear anything..

So here's to closing out June and welcoming the first day of SUMMER tomorrow. I think we'll celebrate in style at the pool. Happy Father's Day, y'all.