tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685217363138744822024-03-05T05:01:01.097-05:00The Adventures of Braedon SchererALWAYS written by Braedon Scherer. Mostly dictated by Braedon Scherer and typed by his Mom.Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18158655551873697814noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468521736313874482.post-84762508054079887182011-12-25T20:46:00.003-05:002011-12-25T21:18:53.642-05:00Christmas is wonderfulI walked downstairs to see if Santa had come our stockings were full of small gifts. In the stocking there was less than usual usually there are about 20, today there was only 10,I didn't care because there was quite a few presents under the Christmas tree. The first gift I opened told me he had also bought me an Xbox 360 because the gift I opened was an Xbox game! I looked for a box that could have an Xbox inside it.i choose a big box and opened it and it was an Xbox. We saw a note in the Christmas tree it said "dear braedon, I got you a gift that was too big to fit down the chimney so I put it on the patio. Love Santa." I walked out and looked out and didn't see anything, then I looked to the left and saw a huge bike! My sister got an iPod touch, and my mom got an iPad. That's all I have to tell you and until next Christmas "HAVE A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS" see ya!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwfs6x0ddPc2lRtK9A0kWW-yNTSaSoYMV8EBhtPcwwKatad-xqmddV-mq65zk-HOh-SRbeX0I-jqc9eq57TkcEk8yw-JV8l-TvUhViUWYO4KDjQS4YVtWLBCVYQREPpdJLQlQ7c7IVoNXZ/s1600/IMG_1968.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwfs6x0ddPc2lRtK9A0kWW-yNTSaSoYMV8EBhtPcwwKatad-xqmddV-mq65zk-HOh-SRbeX0I-jqc9eq57TkcEk8yw-JV8l-TvUhViUWYO4KDjQS4YVtWLBCVYQREPpdJLQlQ7c7IVoNXZ/s320/IMG_1968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690255426919818018" /></a>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18158655551873697814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468521736313874482.post-76800679233276393352011-09-17T15:28:00.002-04:002011-09-17T16:02:08.029-04:00dash's injury<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCnoBrkLZd3a-5byplB_qeFejdnWDnnznasAXKopm2TkGYpMASON5du1SXj5feIbkRJlUajdiE0iswhgDUR5Xyb8mGfRi52hDkU7TqIdj39cIcW8IRopeSbnQcGZPhH9Q7h8du0AL6Ywoj/s1600/IMG_0164.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCnoBrkLZd3a-5byplB_qeFejdnWDnnznasAXKopm2TkGYpMASON5du1SXj5feIbkRJlUajdiE0iswhgDUR5Xyb8mGfRi52hDkU7TqIdj39cIcW8IRopeSbnQcGZPhH9Q7h8du0AL6Ywoj/s200/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653421244946519762" /></a><br />Today Dash got out under the fence. that day I also had my friend over to spend the night. Well anyway dash went to our neighbors house. Then when we caught up to him I went up to him and he just ran away again. then he went over to our other neighbors house. then Roger and Dash started sniffing each other. I don't think Roger liked what he smelled because next thing you know...<div>Roger starts attacking Dash! After my dad broke the two up Dash had three wounds all of them on his right arm. We had to take him to the vet to get him all stitched up. When he was done with his stitches we took him home. When my sister saw Dash she started to cry because she didn't like to see dash hurt. Well that's how dash got injured.</div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18158655551873697814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468521736313874482.post-83981113096516049722010-11-20T16:26:00.003-05:002010-11-20T16:49:34.518-05:00Bark Park<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTFg4tggkcnZ-56wSouNOZykrbBtrqyhmt9a3bZyCe2tGEztDtMIzlnn8LwqUhNQlNEaAedcdFPefLHHm1JQIH6HAHXtVNKWvvCMxZ7PdQUYLDZ22tU_SwinTkF2nLPFWOG2ydqe_RhRRo/s1600/IMG_20101120_152423.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTFg4tggkcnZ-56wSouNOZykrbBtrqyhmt9a3bZyCe2tGEztDtMIzlnn8LwqUhNQlNEaAedcdFPefLHHm1JQIH6HAHXtVNKWvvCMxZ7PdQUYLDZ22tU_SwinTkF2nLPFWOG2ydqe_RhRRo/s320/IMG_20101120_152423.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541752315533625010" /></a><br /><br />Today I went to Bark Park. Bark Park is a dog park, which is where a dog plays in water or goes in the field and plays with other dogs. Today at Bark Park, we were back and forth with Dewey in the water and in the field. Dewey is my dog. He is named after a BEACH! This was the third time we took him and he's getting better at swimming. Even though he is a Golden Retriever, he doesn't really love to swim yet. But my mom says the more we take him, the more he might like the water. Dewey is almost 5 years old. Dewey is very big for his age and right now he is sitting right in front of us sleeping. He is kind of wet and a little stinky.<div><br /></div><div>On the way to the dog park in the car, I was trying to rearrange the seats on the car so that Dewey could stick his head out the window and when I was trying to put the seat up, I accidentally drop the seat on his foot. His foot got stuck and he was whining because it hurt. My mom jumped in the back and helped get his foot unstuck. I felt not so good because I would never hurt an animal. He was fine when we got to the park and was running all over the place.</div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18158655551873697814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468521736313874482.post-82253185093742189042010-08-29T16:04:00.004-04:002010-08-29T16:21:06.040-04:00The Last Day Before 2nd Grade<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6aLk4UEEEUkx5IHXXjQeKBAQDfdqIcGB_9zyuJkUeUdqWX1C2YFctPzVJdNiFXfU4cfsvGDyYFNShFGwunZv5A39CSvRKErmrKz_qFnt6VhHc8CpPzKzGXGaNTzFg1lB4pnTzNtcKKE5y/s1600/IMG_1175.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6aLk4UEEEUkx5IHXXjQeKBAQDfdqIcGB_9zyuJkUeUdqWX1C2YFctPzVJdNiFXfU4cfsvGDyYFNShFGwunZv5A39CSvRKErmrKz_qFnt6VhHc8CpPzKzGXGaNTzFg1lB4pnTzNtcKKE5y/s320/IMG_1175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510929157131046914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge3HOrufJZambH8We6HAmqugMpUz7_X9_pDJ-tCLy1Mz9-wFmjguYUOHVVOD9vcrLjndD0nq1347Q4eu4ZlGf2bifgWs3EdxxvH6zJuVQf2pfr7nauU-t3Tjh_9lWvTmbXQZM0Uf1G2zVg/s1600/IMG_1165.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge3HOrufJZambH8We6HAmqugMpUz7_X9_pDJ-tCLy1Mz9-wFmjguYUOHVVOD9vcrLjndD0nq1347Q4eu4ZlGf2bifgWs3EdxxvH6zJuVQf2pfr7nauU-t3Tjh_9lWvTmbXQZM0Uf1G2zVg/s320/IMG_1165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510929151184777154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbEV5l8Q3u2BUriNXAj97m_NIcmdOGBT7enZzJAO1WtHT1WJ7xKDOzhuKjdGOvrlITl9TqFq0UFY5kV44VA5n0ju0RTolbfqYRfTGQiBKqEm7VM862i-mBkXukKPvYb0Zc_tuy8eb8MGho/s1600/IMG_1168.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbEV5l8Q3u2BUriNXAj97m_NIcmdOGBT7enZzJAO1WtHT1WJ7xKDOzhuKjdGOvrlITl9TqFq0UFY5kV44VA5n0ju0RTolbfqYRfTGQiBKqEm7VM862i-mBkXukKPvYb0Zc_tuy8eb8MGho/s320/IMG_1168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510929140988694354" /></a><br />Today we went to the Delaware Children's Museum. I built a structure that looked like a wooden cabin. There was a maze that was a semi-circle and made of metal cables and wood and carpet. At first, I did not want to go, but then it turned out to be REALLY fun because you could send a little message through a tube and someone could send it back with something in it. And there was a water room and faucets that came out and then when you turn them off the water goes back into a cloud and it starts raining. I had lots of fun there. I wanted to buy a robot hand that when you pulled the trigger the hand closed. And my mom would not let me get it. We also went to the zoo where we saw a bobcat, river otters, goats, llamas and a giant porcupine and an ostrich. And then we went to the river and climbed on the rocks and fed geese. And then we went home. Now I'm watching television, resting in my den. I am looking forward to going to school tomorrow because I want to meet all the people I did not meet before.Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18158655551873697814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468521736313874482.post-41793997148333766282010-07-03T16:00:00.002-04:002010-07-03T16:04:39.651-04:00My Friends at School by Elliana SchererAbby, Avery, McKenna, Drew, Garrett, Maddie, Nathan, Jackson, Max, Nora, Megan. They're really nice. I love them. They are my best friends ever. I don't know how I could ever play with them again. But since they're my best friends ever, maybe I could play with them today! And sometimes they be really nice to me. Oh I forgot one more name - Erin. See ya later!<div><br /></div><div>Editorial: This was written by my little sister who is 5. Not me!</div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18158655551873697814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468521736313874482.post-46437676977943055882010-06-20T15:44:00.003-04:002010-06-20T15:54:16.464-04:00My Dad<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7gnNKjH1KzBfE17hrx9aO7cPaDZTChVZa_PN0qiX17hy7ya-Ng9BGYagcjKtfOiCvveufufi-0t9IcGMPAhZWzZjuujciQdmtHzdu3PjtL4ecV-Zn3S9xxppWEcfEk6G0VftJAE18HHzu/s1600/IMG_0808.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7gnNKjH1KzBfE17hrx9aO7cPaDZTChVZa_PN0qiX17hy7ya-Ng9BGYagcjKtfOiCvveufufi-0t9IcGMPAhZWzZjuujciQdmtHzdu3PjtL4ecV-Zn3S9xxppWEcfEk6G0VftJAE18HHzu/s200/IMG_0808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484946598528471682" /></a><br />I like when my dad has a catch with me. I like when my dad tries to hit me in the pool with a ball. I like to swim with my dad. My Dad is awesome because he plays a lot of fun stuff that I want to do with me. My Dad likes to do yardwork. My Dad likes to watch the construction channel. My Dad likes to go outside and play jackpot. My Dad is the best Dad in the world.<br /><div><br /></div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18158655551873697814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468521736313874482.post-92067775814686000262010-06-20T11:17:00.000-04:002010-06-20T11:33:20.347-04:00The Pancake Special<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3DoKS5ObuYjKBatCpViI-Th06mgxdZW65GOSOdgCM3bsBmMjXwODl-Vn_ZmTxIsxdNqcj6Rr3D4muBNA_h1PdPtzxr68HccSbs-AzB6GsgkoE0-nsKZiShgBJNZJhMQWUXt0Qo7MQVPuD/s1600/2010-06-20+09.44.40.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3DoKS5ObuYjKBatCpViI-Th06mgxdZW65GOSOdgCM3bsBmMjXwODl-Vn_ZmTxIsxdNqcj6Rr3D4muBNA_h1PdPtzxr68HccSbs-AzB6GsgkoE0-nsKZiShgBJNZJhMQWUXt0Qo7MQVPuD/s200/2010-06-20+09.44.40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484878620092507634" /></a><br />About 1 week ago, I created a new pancake sandwich for Kim's Kafe. And that sandwich was called Braedon's pancake special which is made of pancake as the bread, and then in the middle it is sausage, egg and melted cheese. And underneath the pancake has syrup on the bottom of both pancakes. My mom says it's kind of like a McGriddle from McDonald's or a pancake Sizzli from Wawa.<div><br /></div><div>I have been going to Kim's Kafe for 7 years and I have had food that is delicious but Braedon's pancake special is the best I have ever tasted. In speaking of being there for a long time, when I was little, I was the most popular kid there!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18158655551873697814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468521736313874482.post-14419515155844528452010-06-19T16:37:00.000-04:002010-06-19T16:41:15.566-04:00Flipping outToday at the pool I did a flip. And when I did that flip, my Dad videotaped it so that I could prove that I did a flip off the diving board. The second to last time I did it, I almost hit my head on the diving board and broke my head. I did 5 flips. I learned how to do flips yesterday. Today the last flip I did, I hurt my back very badly. My back turned red. Check out my video to see if I actually did a flip.<div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxRufyMQSIO0A73rqdnAchDmLC-30m6D2A-obk5Mdmjg36JWo_-sExPNGAa2iwGEoDdVVpRK6iWIbu3hKA3OA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18158655551873697814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468521736313874482.post-65294961788002852192010-06-19T11:30:00.000-04:002010-06-19T11:36:30.858-04:00Snapper Turtle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZabwj5SB-NHjQViXYRjyF2kVg1MYxPM-_xPS3p60sLB8t_viv5Z5DGUcnLNojnm_fIEub6lr2Xo2gW_kaf0H8zs1NA2KaSzjeeIx3ZaGvzUzbOpPyPAq1LlZ7CwWUvaw_a00CuzOijh_C/s1600/2010-05-26+07.51.10.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZabwj5SB-NHjQViXYRjyF2kVg1MYxPM-_xPS3p60sLB8t_viv5Z5DGUcnLNojnm_fIEub6lr2Xo2gW_kaf0H8zs1NA2KaSzjeeIx3ZaGvzUzbOpPyPAq1LlZ7CwWUvaw_a00CuzOijh_C/s320/2010-05-26+07.51.10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484508903646610450" /></a><br />We were driving to North Star. That is where I go to school. And on the way there my Mom said, "look, look there is a turtle in our neighborhood!" She stopped the car, and we all stepped out and got a look at the turtle. Mom took a picture of it. It was as big as my Mom's rim on her tires. We saw it one day and tomorrow it was there - she was laying her eggs. It was a snapper turtle. We touched it's shell on the first day it was so dirty because it lived in a river close by to the spot it was.<div><br /></div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18158655551873697814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468521736313874482.post-42110338008288768862010-06-19T11:02:00.000-04:002010-06-19T11:40:34.588-04:00THINGS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Ol2-qYwTPDzc9chdynAe8pPPbSk5xxGzMBsqH6GsC_xY04N7zwpBFDXcKMMlVGtMqRNEJ9Ki3Q6RUd2W207NlFsY86f5bU8PpFSEYS176Xj_R36Nbn02kDsVnQzyWh3olU4x_Jqc6DBY/s1600/IMG_3313.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Ol2-qYwTPDzc9chdynAe8pPPbSk5xxGzMBsqH6GsC_xY04N7zwpBFDXcKMMlVGtMqRNEJ9Ki3Q6RUd2W207NlFsY86f5bU8PpFSEYS176Xj_R36Nbn02kDsVnQzyWh3olU4x_Jqc6DBY/s200/IMG_3313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484510151078070610" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div>1. When we eat sushi for dinner, or lunch<div>2. When I don't have to go to bed early</div><div>3. When I spend time with my family/snuggle with my mom</div><div>4. Creating blogs</div><div>5. Swimming at Yorklyn pool</div><div>6. Playing Learn to Fly on the computer</div><div>7. Playing baseball - I love playing baseball!</div><div>8. Going to sports camp at HAC</div><div> </div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18158655551873697814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468521736313874482.post-3620456753498628472010-06-19T10:46:00.000-04:002010-06-19T11:39:20.394-04:00The Day I Was Born<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1k7mw4mkpi3B6OCZbIxJzil1_oGGZE8StofHgPL-vw3pV-luqv6E4650EnehLRk059Qvgq837qAmIUnkGgo5s6UCy2M1Vh5wEyWiPPV0nUnLTb9zUqC2YK90Gd7qcX7WX36T6NnBRpClu/s1600/scn4.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1k7mw4mkpi3B6OCZbIxJzil1_oGGZE8StofHgPL-vw3pV-luqv6E4650EnehLRk059Qvgq837qAmIUnkGgo5s6UCy2M1Vh5wEyWiPPV0nUnLTb9zUqC2YK90Gd7qcX7WX36T6NnBRpClu/s200/scn4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484509793889162210" /></a><br />When I was born, I had a huge head. It could not fit through my Mom's body, so they had to cut a hole in my Mom's stomach and before that when they tried to put it through my Mom's body, my head got squished. And when they finally got out, I did not breath at all. So they put a tube down my throat and used a bag that was filled with air and squeezed it so that air would get into my body. When I finally started breathing, my Mom was relieved. This happened on april 2nd 2003.Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18158655551873697814noreply@blogger.com0