like a democrat, but can't vote in the primaries

i am amused by the choice of ads that appear on my blog (really, anyone's blog for that matter). instead of getting knee deep in anyone's post, i should just scan the ads. i was really disappointed when the first couple ads on my blog were about stay-at-home moms making up to $50 an hour. that's damn good money! i made the vow to AdSense that i wouldn't senselessly click away on the ads like i was on crack, but geez! at 50 bucks an hour, i was really tempted. i've had an ad for a free bowling ball (if you read this post, you may remember reference to the antique Peggy ball, therefore said ad did NOT tempt me) and this one sported a natural remedy for obsessive compulsive disorder. like i said, i made the vow that i wouldn't click, so i'll never found out what that remedy is and i'll have to suffer the rest of my life. over and over. thank goodness i'm adapting so well.

Heather gets the best ads, mainly because the she and Leta shared the unfortunate gene that causes constipation, Jon suffered from some bizarre West Nile Virus-like syndrome, and now Heather's epidermis is slowly being extricated from her body due to a horrible cancer that is being removed bit by bit (chunk by chunk, actually).

i signed up for/made the vow to AdSense partly out of curiosity.

what kind of ads will my ramblings generate? now i know.

how will i spend the fortune without el Jefe' discovering i have a blog? i haven't generated a dime.

how many new enemies will make me fear for the punkin's life and safety? no one has commented (yet) so maybe i'll be able to sleep tonight (but not in the future, but let's just take this thing one day at a time). did you ever wonder why the mom (Bonnie something) was a red-head (strawberry blonde?) and her daughters, Mackenzie Phillips and Valerie Bertinelli were brunettes? does anyone use the word brunette anymore? anyway, i haven't been doing this very long (ok, days. gimme a break. i'm the last one to jump on the bandwagon).

truth be told, i wouldn't mind a check. i also wouldn't mind a reader. but i'm doing this (yes, behind el Jefe's back) as a hobby, an outlet, a release, whatever (i should just go have a smoke). i've enjoyed reading other blogs (hell, i delurked to LOD that his and Heather's blogs and archives kept me sane and entertained while i pumped at my paying job for nine freaking months). maybe someone will enjoy reading mine. or not, but at least i regurgitated these thoughts onto paper, into this post, whatever. (stop being so literal and judgemental.) but i just can't believe anyone is doing this for the money. i'm cynical, and maybe idealistic, but wouldn't the money-grubbing greed come through in their prose so that no reader would be tempted to return? your click is not good enough for them.