I Gots To Get Paid

(Sorry if this post is a little, well, scattered. I took a benadryl last night and I'm still reeling a bit. That and I'm still a little high from the Eagle's victory!)

Like it or not, I just filled out an application to join the BlogHer add network. If it gets accepted, then you might notice a few adds appearing over there and over here. I'm hopeful that they won't be too obtrusive. I decided to give it a try because I've looked at the BlogHer ads over at Liz's and a few other places and I liked what I saw. Plus, Dr. says I have to make him some bank. We were going to try and pimp out the baby for some catalogue spreads, but he has a rash on his cheeks that won't go away, so that's out. At least for the time being, that is. He has to earn his keep eventually.

This weekend the babe and I will be visiting my family. Again. Which means going to the airport and getting on a plane. Again. For the 9,427th time since we moved at Atlanta. Even Sam is all, 'Give it a rest with the planes, will ya woman?' My mother is in a bit of a rough spot right now, and since I am the greatest daughter in the history of female offspring, I'm doing what I can to help. That is, delivering her grandchild to her arms and not even thinking about taking him back until she's had her fill. Or until he starts demanding boobs. I will always win over grandma while boobs are still on the menu.

I always feel conflicted when I visit my family. I very seriously doubt that we will ever move back to the Pittsburgh area, but I would love to live nearer to my family. The trouble is that my family lives near Dr. SOB's family. Namely, his father and his father's extended family. There is a fair amount bad blood and nasty people on that branch, and we want to stay as far away from the mess as possible. But the flip side of that coin is that we also have to stay far away from the people that we love, too. Sam's two aunties, my grandparents, our friends. I can't help but feel bitter that these people, who have never been a big part of my life to begin with, have such a huge impact on some aspects of it. Sometimes I wish we could just move everyone we like out to Philly and say to hell with the rest of them. But then another part of me wants Dr. SOB to make amends with his father. I want him to have all of the 'first time' moments with his dad and Sam. One of the most fulfilling moments of my life so far was introducing my parents to Sam for the first time. He deserves that same fulfillment. It kills me that I can't somehow give it to him.

In the midst of all the other things we have to contemplate and worry about, this is the last thing I need. Send me some happy, worry-free vibes, Internet. I'll try and perk up real soon, ok?