does natural really taste better?

the add just seems to POP out of the page.  with the bright color of yellow seeming to just come from everywhere.   with a samll sore of farm picture at the top of the page and big bold words stating “natural tastes better.”  there is a brand/box of these cigarettes towards the bottom of the page, but your eyes don’t immeditay see.  this type of cigarette just seems to be targeting those smokers who basically want to save the envirnonment. Also maybe people who are native americans, the type of cigarette seems to have that kind of cultural feel to in.  the add says that the cigarette is made by recycled materials and renewable energy sources.  but is that really true? do they re-use material that they may not have used before?  plus they say that the cigarette is natural.  but can a cigarette really be natural after all of the processing it goes through before it is even place in the actual box?

can cigaretts be natural?

the facts about cigaretts  

who really does smoke?  

death toll  

natural tobacco                                                                      

is there safe cigarettes?                                                        

magic. 2/28/08.

I remember going to magic shows when I was a child.  My grandparents were Elk’s members so they always did a bunch of things for children.  I remember this one time that I got to go to a magic show there and I finally got the chance to go up on stage and be an assistant.  It was the put three colors into a hat and take them out and they would be all tied together.  I was so amazed. From that day on I tried to find a way to do that trick, but I never figured it out.

cellar. 2/26/08.

My cellar has to be one of the most cluttered places in my entire house.  There’s everything down there.  We keep everything that we don’t really need down there.  But instead of throwing it away, we just put it down there just in case we ever need it again.  The cellar holds all the decorations for the holidays in blue bins, which are stacked to the ceiling.  Each box has the name of the holiday scribbled on the outside.   There are bed frames, tables, chairs, televisions, jackets, tools, old computers, curtains, blankets, old toys, photo albums, laundry, and a treadmill.

practice. 2/25/08.

I remember going to softball practice on those hot summer afternoons, were I would much rather be lying on the beach.  It was those afternoons that I always dreaded.  It always had to be like 1000 degrees outside and humidity always seemed to be horrible.  We would practice the basic softball skills, throwing, running and hitting.  Then if any of use messed up, we would run.  Practice always seemed to last forever on the days that we all messed up.  I can remember coming home from practice and just getting out of the car and passing out on my lawn.

pictrure #4. 2/22/08.

This picture brings back all the vacations that my family went on when I was a child.  We never went to New York, because we were all so young, but somehow we always managed to pass by it and I was always set into a day dream about the big city.  I have always wanted to move there, but I have never actually done it.  New York is a make it or break it city and I am not sure that I am ready for that fast pace life.  Instead I like the day trips that I take there now.

picture #3. 2/21/08.

This picture reminds me of my childhood. I mean come on it’s a picture with a bunch of kids in it.  At first glance, I immediately glanced at the princess all the way to the right of the picture.  It brings back memories of my childhood.  I remember playing with my sisters and my cousin haylie, and how we would always dress up.  I always had to be the princess, no matter what.  It didn’t even matter what we were playing I was the princess.  The memories of my childhood always seem to be bitter sweet and the good days.

picture #2. 2/20/08.

This picture brings back memories of the “Big E,” in Springfield, Massachusetts.  I can remember going there every year during the summer with my entire family.  It was a day that we could go on as many rides as we wanted to, and eat as much junk as we so desired.  I remember always wanting cotton candy and my dad always being the one to buy it for me.  It always tasted the way that I remembered it, sweet and melting when it hits my tongue.  Plus all the sugar helped to keep my energy up for the entire day.

picture #1. 2/19/08.

This picture reminds me of the all the time in my past that I have spent in Boston.  These escalators look a lot like the ones leading down to the subway once I usually arrive at South Station.  I remember running down these and jumping onto the red line, inwards towards the city.  Then once you get where the red line meets the green line you get off and take the green line to Copley.  There I would shop on Newbury Street.  Then jump back onto the green line and get of at Kenmore and there would be Fenway Park.

play. 2/18/08.

I remember playing in the yard during those hot summer days with my sister and my cousins.  We always use to begin to play in the house, but my mom would always seem to kick us outside.  We would just run around all they yards.  See I live in the country so my parents always let me roam around where ever I wanted to.  My mom could always tell that we had fun playing outside, because our bare feet would be covered with dirt and our clothes smelt like summer.  It is those summers that make me miss my youth.