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The slim fast ad appears to me to be targeting women who are about to be married. Most women have already started planning their weddings by the time they are 10 years old, and have specific ideas of how everything should look. One of the most important things is the wedding dress and how they will look in that dress. Many brides will go on diets, tan and try different hair styles prior to their wedding day so they can achieve that look they have always dreamed about. This ad seems to be emphasizing that a bride can achieve that look by using their product. Also, it shows the bride falling into the cake which could also mean if your stressing out about your up coming wedding, don't "fall into" eating something that could have a negative effect on your plans for that day.

The Tommy Hilfiger ad is targeting young beautiful women, or young women in general. It shows a beautiful woman with the name of the perfume across the ad, which to a young person would mean they could be beautiful and look like the model in the ad if they use this perfume. Most young people see an ad in a magazine and think they can achieve that look or be like that person if they use that particular product.

The M&M's ad is using the painting to show that even something dark can be fun. The painting shows someone screaming or who is in agony while the m&m appears to be having fun in the background. They want you to think that eating dark m&m's could turn a dark situation into something more fun just by eating the m&m's

I am probably one of the few people that still enjoy the snow. I still get excited when the weatherman starts talking about a new storm that is on the way. Right now I am pretty jealous of all the people living east of us, they have had two major storms already this year and another is on the way this weekend. Of course it is going to go right by us, and we can expect only an inch to two inches each day. When I was 18, I had my first ride on a snowmobile, and I have been addicted ever since! I was 19 when I made my first trip to northern Michigan snowmobiling with some friends, and I have made several trips since then. The scenery as you are riding through the hills is absolutely beautiful, and when it is snowing while you are riding is even more beautiful. So, I hope the weatherman is wrong this time, and we get at least 6 to 7 inches of snow this weekend so I can ride my snowmobile.

As I sat at my computer earlier today, I was thinking about an incident that happened between my oldest son and I two weeks ago, and I really feel pretty bad about it. My son likes to procrastinate until the last minute with his homework, and his weakest class is English or language arts. Two weeks ago he had a short story due, and waited until the day before to write it. I was pretty upset with him, especially because I knew he would wait until after dinner to do it. That would mean I would be proofing and typing the story for him around 9:00 that night. Well, needless to say I was a little upset, this has happened too many times. So I pretty much told him he was on his own this time, I wasn't helping. When I got up the next day of course I felt bad, so I proofed his story and we went over a few ideas I had to improve it. Your probably wondering why I was feeling bad, it's because I waited until today to write the rough draft that was due later today in class, I had procrastinated..... I think I owe him an apology.

What do I see?

As I sit at my desk I see something that we all used more as children than we do now in college. It makes a grinding sound when we use it. It would be considered a small object, and has an oval shape to the main part. The surface is smooth to the touch, and does have a small moving part. The object is usually attached to another surface, but sometimes can sit independently and be moved around. When I use the object, the smell of the product you use in it reminds me of being in grade school as a child, and the first days of school when you brought your new school supplies to your classroom. Can you guess what it is?

Childhood Memory - Revised

When I was seven, my older sister was eighteen, had just graduated from high school, and had gotten engaged. I can remember when she and her fiancé came home to tell our parents they were getting married, our mom was so happy she was crying. Over the next months there was a lot of planning done, getting the decorations picked out, deciding on the colors for the wedding, and meeting with cake decorators to look at pictures of cakes they could make. I have always looked up to my sister, she and I have always been very close, so you could imagine how excited I was when she asked me to be the flower girl! I had never been in a wedding before, but I could not wait. It was so much fun to go with the other bridesmaids for fittings for our dresses. My sister would always take me with her, and we would meet the other girls at the dress shop. We all would go into different dressing rooms and try on our dresses and the seamstress in the shop would measure and pin the dresses for the alterations she would need to make. When we were all done my sister would always take me out to eat, or to get ice cream. So of course, when the day for the wedding came I was so excited to get to wear my new dress and to be a part of my sister’s wedding. We spent all morning getting ready; I never realized how much time it took to be a girl until that day! I watched my sister spend over an hour putting on makeup and fixing her hair. Then my mom and sister sat me in a chair, brushed, and curled my hair, and they even put a little makeup on me. When all of that was done, we packed our dresses into my mom and dad’s car, and drove to the church. I really did not understand why I could not put my dress on at home, I was so anxious to wear it! When we got to the church, we went into a back room and finally, my mom and sister helped me put my dress on! But, I was told I could not leave the room, and I had to sit on a chair and wait. Do you realize how difficult it is for a seven year old to sit still and wait? So I do as I was told, and as patiently as possible I sit, and watch my sister put her dress and veil on. Like I said before, my sister and I were always very close and I always looked up to her, so you could imagine how in awe of her I was when she finally was dressed in her bridal gown. She was absolutely beautiful! I guess that was the moment I understood what all this fuss and planning was about. I actually did sit still then and watched her as she and my mom fluffed the dress, and made sure the veil was lying just perfectly. That was when we heard the knock at the door, and the other bridesmaids came in. It was finally time to line up and walk down the aisle. So we all line up like we were told to, with my dad and sister are behind me. The bridesmaids are all down the aisle, and it's my turn, so as I start to walk up I realize the church is completely full of people! I start to panic, no one told me all those people were going to be sitting there, and I froze! I could not do it; I just couldn't walk all that way with all those people staring at me! So I turned around, and saw my sister standing next to my dad, she was so beautiful, but I just could not do it. I took one step towards her, and she leaned down towards me. I thought she was going to tell me it was o.k. that I didn't have to do it, but instead she pulls her veil up off her face just slightly and leans down and says, "Turn around, start walking, and get your butt up there"! Yep, that's my sister; the beautiful dress didn't change her one bit!

When I was seven, my older sister was eighteen and had just graduated from high school and had gotten engaged. I can remember when she and her fiance came home to tell my parents they were getting married, my mom was so happy she was crying. Over the next months there was a lot of planning done, getting the decorations picked out, deciding on the colors for the wedding, and meeting with cake decorators to look at pictures of cakes they could make. I have always looked up to my sister, she and I have always been very close, so you could imagine how excited I was when she asked me to be the flower girl! I had never been in a wedding before, but I couldn't wait. It was so much fun to go with the other brides maids for fittings for our dresses. My sister would always take me with her, and we would meet the other girls at the dress shop. We all would go into different dressing rooms and try on our dresses and the seamstress in the shop would measure and pin the dresses for the alterations she would need to make. When we were all done my sister would always take me out to eat, or to get ice cream. So of course when the day for the wedding came I was so excited to get to wear my new dress and to be a part of my sisters wedding. We spent all morning getting ready, I never realized how much time it took to be a girl until that day! I watched my sister spend over an hour putting on makeup and fixing her hair. Then my mom and sister sat me in a chair and brushed and curled my hair, and they even put a little makeup on me. When all of that was done, we packed our dresses into my mom and dads car, and drove to the church. I really didn't understand why I couldn't put my dress on at home, I was so anxious to wear it! When we got to the church we went into a back room and finally, my mom and sister helped me put my dress on! But, I was told I could not leave the room, and I had to sit on a chair and wait. Do you realize how difficult it is for a seven year old to sit still and wait? So I do like I was told, and as patiently as possible I sit, and watch my sister put her dress and veil on. Like I said before, my sister and I were always very close and I always looked up to her, so you could imagine how in awe of her I was when she finally was dressed in her bridal gown. She was absolutely beautiful! I guess that was the moment I understood what all this fuss and planning was about. I actually did sit still then and watched her as she and my mom fluffed the dress, and made sure the veil was laying just perfectly. That was when we heard the knock at the door, and the other bridesmaids came in. It was finally time to get lined up and walk down the isle. So we all line up like we were told to, with my dad and sister are behind me. The bridesmaids are all down the isle, and it's my turn, so as I start to walk up I realize the church is completely full of people! I start to panic, no one told me all those people were going to be sitting there, and I froze! I couldn't do it, I just couldn't walk all that way with all those people staring at me! So I turned around, and saw my sister standing next to my dad, she was so beautiful, but I just couldn't do it. I took one step towards her, and she leaned down towards me. I thought she was going to tell me it was o.k. that I didn't have to do it, but instead she pulls her veil up off her face just slightly and leans down and says, "turn around, start walking, and get your butt up there"! Yep, that's my sister, the beautiful dress didn't change her one bit!

Why I am attending NSCC

All of my adult life I have worked several different jobs, and have tried to learn as much as possible from my co-workers and supervisors, but I have always felt that there was something missing. About seven years ago, my sister introduced me to a volunteer program with the Henry County Court system called Henry County CASA/Gal. A CASA/GAL is a Court Appointed Special Advocate, Guardian ad Lidem who is a trained volunteer to assist children in the court system that is victims of neglect or abuse. I thought I would try it, and decided to go ahead and take the training to help children who could not either help themselves, or were too afraid to voice their opinions to their parents for fear of more abuse. I worked as a CASA for a little over a year, and enjoyed working with the children and assisting them through a difficult time in their life. I gave up being a CASA when I became pregnant with my youngest son, so I could focus on my own family. I have always felt there was something missing from my life, and as I looked back on the work I did as a volunteer, I decided I wanted to do something to get back into helping people in that type of situation again. I am attending Northwest State College to become a Paralegal, in hopes that I could once again assist people or children in the court system again.