Ad Men or How I Became a Sellout

I like to tease Justin and say that he's an "Ad Man". Mostly because I think it's hot. I like to imagine him in his suit in conference rooms sweating over the new million dollar deal, or coming up with the next brilliant idea to sell to America. Sort of a cross between AMC's series Mad Men and Darrin Stephens from Bewitched.

In reality his job isn't as exciting as I see it in my head. He does get dressed up in a suit everyday (and looks darn good) and heads to an office to sell ads. But for him it's a lot more about dealing with clients and negotiating contracts and numbers and rates, working with the paper's artists to get ads right and in before deadline. A little different but still stressful, still just a little bit glamorous and still very, very important because it's this job and his ability to do it that provides all the money for our household.

Unfortunately for Justin his wife has pretty expensive obsessions. I cannot walk past Pottery Barn in the mall without almost dislocating my neck as I gawk at all the pretty things in that store. I watch too many episodes of TLC's "What not to Wear" and foam at the mouth at all the gorgeous clothes and shoes. So, in an effort to help remove some of the designer weight from my dear husband's shoulders, I too am becoming an Ad Man or, I guess, an Ad Woman. On the sidebar of my blog you'll see a very small google ad. We're trying it out, seeing if I can make a few pennies while I gush on and on about my cute baby and all the fun we have. So, don't take offense when you see ads for ancestry.com next to Audrey's picture.

I seriously hesitated to start letting advertising on my blog- you know, the whole integrity of the author and not being a sellout and everything. But, I'm actually pretty proud that I'm doing whatever I can with my little creative space here to help my family out.

How's that for marketing?