Personal Narrative-Ketchup's Life

Afters I finished my packing, I ran downstairs, smelling the teriyaki chicken on the table. After dinner, I hurried upstairs to bed, I’m I was extremely excited to finally be on my way to arrive in Washington DC. As usual, my brother made a wise smartass comment: “It’s only 9 bud, what the heck are you doing going yo bed?” I ignored him, which is rare; I will not have have to deal with his comments for 4 whole days. I slowly shut my door, shut off the lights,

My diet has been lenient, I have not been eating like I should be this week. It has been a cheat day every day and I am not proud of myself. Who can blame me, food is great and to discriminate is just wrong. The week went by and I have not been eating properly but my numbers have gone up. I am at 100 pounds on my bench, 170 pounds on my squat, and 95 on my shoulder press. With everything I have promised myself to make sure I take the proper amount of protein, and I hope I am strong enough to resist the good food. I find enjoyment in food so it is very tough, but if I give it up now I can eat it later on. So that is the plan and I have decided to create a plan on what to eat and when to

My eyes fluttering open. The bright light screening through the window pane. It was another usual sunny day in California. It’s always sunny 75 here. The sun is glowing, the blades of grass bursting with colors of envious green, and everything was alive.

Ketchup Dilemma My enormous love for ketchup started a little like this. When I was “twoish” my seven-year old sister, Barbara was eating chicken nuggets for lunch while mine were cooking. I looked up and saw a red, rich sauce on her chicken nuggets. I loved Elmo so much that red was my favorite color.

Until Just a few moments later people are staring me dead in the face with a frightened look in their faces saying theres thr hippo whos to fat to care, and i wonder what i have done, why are they mad at me. So as i slowly walk home trying not to make to much noise i hear a little sqeak ubove me. I look around and out of the corner of my eye a see a little blue bird trying to call for ome\y attention so i give it to him, and he says hi and i wisper it back. Are you ok says the bluebird.

Jeremyyy, I really doubt we would do anything but mesh and compromise hardcore and amazingly. Sweet and Spicy, Ill take you Red Lobster or you can take me.. I don 't know what your favorite restaurant is. We really need some time alone. Ill mash the gas and you steer I doubt we would everrrr get tired of each otherrrr.

It was a spike, on its way from the brushy hillside. I put the crosshair behind its front shoulder and tried to shoot. “I can’t pull the trigger,” I told my dad.

We wait in anticipation for the festivities to begin and hope that everything goes off without a hitch after months of rigorous planning. The Battle of the Bands flyer find their way to hundreds of teens, while corporate sponsorship, donations and ticket sales poured in droves to the collection box that for years has impacted the lives of all the children at Children’s Healthcare of Atlanta. As the night draws to a close and the screaming howlers play their last set, we tally the proceeds and astoundingly exceed our goal, a whopping thirty-two thousand dollars. In retrospect, when I recollect this particular evening and endeavor, the ancient folk tale, Stone Soup comes to the forefront illuminating a valuable lesson all of society should model.

"It passed," Diaz said, "so we slept a little bit later that day. ... We had breakfast. Brittany wanted to go for a walk, so we did. We took the dogs -- because, again -- being outdoors,

It took three unhealthy relationships, two visits to a mental health facility and four medications to respect myself. It took driving my friend to the hospital with her stomach full of pills to care what happened to me. And it took my immune system collapsing and missing countless days of school to realize that I was not responsible for carrying the world.

Tomorrow will be a great day. All of my friends and family are coming over for our annual backyard barbecue. I’m talking about barbecued chicken, steaks, and sausage. I’ll cook up some hotdogs and hamburgers for the kids and less astute adults. My wife is in the house making salads, cooking beans, and preparing her favorite rice dish.

By a show of hands who here goes to the Taco Bell in Pontoon. If you have then you’ve most likely seen me there. You know, the guy more than likely getting in trouble for throwing sauce packets and food at my coworkers.

“Slam” I heard my mom coming in. But instead of us leaping to her she came bursting to us I didn’t know what was going on until. She shouted out in excitement and told us…. “Dogs for sale!”

A warm breeze filled the spring air as the afternoon sun spilled it 's light into the living room. I was laying on the floor working on my math homework when my mom came upstairs with her phone in hand and a huge smile on her face. She sat my sister hannah and i on the couch and told us that someone at works friend anne needed a new home for her dog parker, and that we we 're going to meet her at the park with are fluffy, orange dog Bob in a couple

After a fine meal I went up to my room. It was dark outside by now so I brushed my teeth and put on my pyjamas. I watched some TV until I fell