tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29467223304564569352024-03-13T05:22:54.311-07:00Dylan's Daring DiscoveriesA Kid's LifeDylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277538637855930423noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946722330456456935.post-45223948933900238602009-12-23T13:17:00.000-08:002009-12-23T17:42:18.564-08:00Soccer Memories<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZI3ZhvCssQ/SzLFiEGAhKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/igHZM9VrUSs/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418610490685293730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZI3ZhvCssQ/SzLFiEGAhKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/igHZM9VrUSs/s320/scan0004.jpg" /></a>These soccer pictures were taken in 2008. Our team name was White Chaos. We were a good team because we all were helpful. We were undefeated until the very last game, and when we lost I was mad for about 2 days because, you know, we were undefeated. I hated that we lost our last game because if we won all of the games that we played we were able to dump Gatorade all over our coach. Since we lost our last game we weren't able to do that, so my team was not happy. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418548447847672962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZI3ZhvCssQ/SzKNGsg0bII/AAAAAAAAADI/-eSrfHNHRLU/s320/scan0001.jpg" />This is a picture of my team. These people are a hard working team. That is why we won all except for one game.Dylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277538637855930423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946722330456456935.post-90421248731752591042009-07-26T18:57:00.000-07:002009-07-26T21:09:16.313-07:00Visit from Dad<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZI3ZhvCssQ/Sm0LA5ng7wI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZzgEhvMPsYs/s1600-h/d-+21+Feb+2009+-+Mark+%26+Dylan,+ages+40+%26+11.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362954841362591490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZI3ZhvCssQ/Sm0LA5ng7wI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZzgEhvMPsYs/s320/d-+21+Feb+2009+-+Mark+%26+Dylan,+ages+40+%26+11.JPG" /></a><br /><div>This is a picture of me and my dad swimming at the hotel where he and one of his friends named Diane were staying last February. I wish he could visit more often because I miss him a lot. We have fun together and I love him.</div>Dylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277538637855930423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946722330456456935.post-16474049002582948632009-07-13T14:48:00.000-07:002009-07-13T15:41:44.904-07:00birthday party<div align="justify"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358065966347660146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZI3ZhvCssQ/Slusm69DK3I/AAAAAAAAACo/NV88ze8XUjQ/s320/HPIM1881.JPG" /> This is my Big Sister, named Chanda. She is a really good friend. My Big Brother, Keegan, went away to college, and that was Chanda's boyfriend. Do you see the person in the back? His name is Marcus.</div><div align="justify">*</div><div align="justify">My 12th birthday was on July 1st. At the end of June Jacob and I had a combined birthday party and Chanda came for a while.</div><div align="justify"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358067968527586418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZI3ZhvCssQ/Sluubdp8VHI/AAAAAAAAACw/HKmXyzTU3bY/s320/HPIM1882.JPG" /></div><p align="center">We had water games at our party. The 5 people in this picture are Dylan, Dakota, Daniel, Eric, and Robert. The people we were bombing were Jacob, Dylan, and Kyle. <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy9fjRvkuRhCb8a1Vg_nZ1bk00hKpEk4ZfGGoTlRYlBapkvujoGK_kYoI5HwNI0XvI7Gwz-yLZ1v93xlyhyNw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">This video is the game that we played called ballon stomp, so enjoy this video.</p>Dylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277538637855930423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946722330456456935.post-64876279694107170742009-07-12T16:35:00.001-07:002009-07-12T17:15:27.224-07:00the random frog<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZI3ZhvCssQ/Slpzi1_nPyI/AAAAAAAAACg/bU76NN9cCvk/s1600-h/404.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357721749157265186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZI3ZhvCssQ/Slpzi1_nPyI/AAAAAAAAACg/bU76NN9cCvk/s320/404.JPG" /></a>This frog is the random frog, because the first motel we went to on our vacation, while we were in New mexico, was where I found him. I was going to the check-in place I when saw something. I went to it and it hopped into the light. That's when I saw it was a frog. Sarah told me to take a picture of it, so this is the picture. A little later we got back from McDonalds, and when I got out of the car like a minute later I stepped on that same frog. When I turned around it was on its back. So I was like, "What is that?" Then it turned over and it hopped away. The next day I loked for it but I couldn't find it, so that is why it was a random frog.</div>Dylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277538637855930423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946722330456456935.post-24597044444189147642009-07-06T01:19:00.001-07:002009-07-06T01:21:34.712-07:00Mini Me<div align="center">This is Dylan.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355259007769357170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZI3ZhvCssQ/SlGzsbZNq3I/AAAAAAAAACY/Sa_dJ0F__oM/s320/22+Mar+1998+-+Dylan+Carter,+8.5+mos+old.jpg" /><br /><div align="center">This is the end.</div>Dylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277538637855930423noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946722330456456935.post-530183483983145562009-05-10T14:32:00.000-07:002009-05-10T15:14:45.474-07:00My First Time on a Helicopter & Quad<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334311811849746290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZI3ZhvCssQ/SgdIVJp5d3I/AAAAAAAAABo/cGj-KFW7oB0/s320/HPIM1722.JPG" border="0" />This is when I went inside a real helicopter. It was really cramped. I thought it was kind of fun being in it.<br /><div><div><div><div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334312990248493618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZI3ZhvCssQ/SgdJZviDYjI/AAAAAAAAABw/GSVIE-B3tKo/s320/HPIM1723.JPG" border="0" />This is the outside of the helicopter with me still inside.</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334313674811834626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZI3ZhvCssQ/SgdKBlurAQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HwtzmuXiiCc/s320/HPIM1724.JPG" border="0" />This is when I was standing right in front of it. I think it might be cool to be a helicopter pilot like my cousin Jeremy. You could see everything for miles.<br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334314368606336818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZI3ZhvCssQ/SgdKp-UK9zI/AAAAAAAAACA/KU1N8uJ7ExI/s320/HPIM1725.JPG" border="0" />This is when Jacob and I were on a quad riding at the jumps last night.</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334321811470369234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZI3ZhvCssQ/SgdRbNJPQdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KrGsOCtdp9M/s320/HPIM1726.JPG" border="0" />Please give me a comment because I like to hear from you.</div></div></div></div>Dylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277538637855930423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946722330456456935.post-30570394941478190972009-04-13T19:17:00.000-07:002009-04-13T20:23:52.619-07:00My Cute and Funny Puppy Dog<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZI3ZhvCssQ/SePy0eKKc-I/AAAAAAAAABg/rA65ZvF6CFk/s1600-h/SANY0399.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324366167744869346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZI3ZhvCssQ/SePy0eKKc-I/AAAAAAAAABg/rA65ZvF6CFk/s320/SANY0399.JPG" border="0" /></a> As we all know, this dog is my family's dog, right? He likes to play with lazers, flashlights, and really good-sized rocks. He's funny like that.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">*</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">This photo shows my dog named Diego, like in the kids' show <em>Go Diego Go</em>. My mom thought of the name because all of our dogs' names end with an -o. Our dogs have been named Rambo, Cujo, Astro, and now Diego.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">*</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Well, back to the story. So this is Diego, okay, sleeping with our cat named Gimli. Gimli likes it when Diego licks his itchy fur for him. His name came off of the 3 <em>Lord of the Rings</em> movies, like the Dwarf Gimli. You can tell my mom loves the <em>Lord of the Rings</em>. </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">*</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">If you like this blog please leave a message on the comments. I love to get comments. I will try to always write more blogs from now on.</div>Dylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277538637855930423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946722330456456935.post-27778279692220565472009-03-13T19:44:00.000-07:002009-03-13T21:51:16.420-07:00My First Flute Concert<p align="left"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwi3NkbuK6riCQuzfrDIsH83exBwx4zq_Xk7X88Ul0oBWqag_Hx028D6yO4jBMrrJt77FGRS5dodODGjd5eFQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="justify">I hope you watched this video and I hope you liked it. This video is about my first flute concert. The instrument I played is the flute, which is very very difficult. I also play the snare drum, bells, piano, violin, bass drum, acoustic guitar, and bass.</p><p align="justify">*</p><p align="justify">Can you tell I like music a lot? I might want to be a music teacher someday. To be a music teacher, you have to know how to play most instruments and read music. That's why I'm interested in so many instruments and learning as much as I can. Music is fun!</p>Dylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277538637855930423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946722330456456935.post-82811461949414354242009-02-11T16:18:00.000-08:002009-02-11T16:42:41.825-08:00Santa Jacob<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301699198573650338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZI3ZhvCssQ/SZNrVNz0oaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/S1QRBnGWu6k/s320/SANY0154.JPG" border="0" /><span style="color:#996633;">If you are wondering who this is, it is Santa. Just kidding, it is Jacob. I call him Crazy Santa, but Sarah calls him freaky or psycho Santa Jacob. Does Jacob look like Santa with the the big fat belly?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301701660064703186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZI3ZhvCssQ/SZNtkflBYtI/AAAAAAAAABY/lKUhtQjQy0s/s320/SANY0155.JPG" border="0" /></span><br /><p><span style="color:#3333ff;">Is he the one on the top or the bottom or both? But first, who is he? You guessed it--both Santas are Jacob. Does he look ridiculous? You're right, he does look ridiculous, but he's my brother so I love him even when he's Santa!</span></p>Dylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277538637855930423noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946722330456456935.post-49535314193828406212009-02-10T12:23:00.000-08:002009-02-10T19:10:30.934-08:00Cousin Callie<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyi_6EuuJsnaGmuNlzjoidjjoprdfO8jM0yAAeSJAjtxptd81BUZgxGj35y-xp4SNzKgHhWAXkNb9tpv9fwng' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">This is my cousin named <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Callie</strong></span>. I put this video on my blog because something really bad happened to her. What happened to her is that she got ran over by a car, but in this video it shows she is doing just fine. So please watch this video.</span> </p><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301276931148086882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZI3ZhvCssQ/SZHrSBEN_mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pcm5m5eqpHk/s320/HPIM1304.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">This picture is Callie hugging her baby doll on her second birthday. I am really happy that she survived the horrible tragic thing that happened to her. So thank you for saying all of your prayers. So now Aunt Dana's family is watching her very carefully.</span></p>Dylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277538637855930423noreply@blogger.com2