Today we went to the park so that Hannah and I could roller blade and so that Mommy could take some pictures. Once we got there, Hannah and I put our roller blades and pads on. Then Hannah and I roller bladed for a little while, while Mommy took pictures of us. After that, Mommy went off and started taking pictures of another family that was there too and I roller bladed for a few more minutes. After my feet hurt enough, I quit roller blading, put my shoes back on and started running on the walking path that runs along the road encircling the middle of the park. I failed at trying to make it around the entire circle. Not that I was really thinking I would, but I was at least hoping for being able to go half-way. I only got about one-fourth of the way around. I guess it just seems a little smaller when you are riding around it in a car than when you are walking or running around it. After I had gone around once, I was tired and out of breath. By that time, Hannah and Mommy were waiting for me. Once I had gotten back, Mommy took a few more pictures of us in a gazebo that was in the same park. Then we left.

Recently, Mommy wrote an article for the Rock Creek Record about our new Lowe's Foods that had opened close by, and about the Lowe's Foods closer to our house closing. One of the lines in the article mentioned the Good for You wheel in the buggy hall. When Daddy read it, he mentioned that at Wal-Mart, the area that Mommy had mentioned was referred to as a vestibule. Mommy commented that it sounded like a part of a church.
Lately on 93.1 The Wolf, they have been playing a song by Phil Vassar called "Love is a Beautiful Thing". One of the lines mentioned a vestibule in relation to a church. I then thought about what Mommy had mentioned. Because of this, I wanted to look up the word, mostly just to clarify what a vestibule was. I kind of had an idea by that point. I Googled the word and learned that it was basically a fancy word for a foyer. I like the name 'buggy hall' much better in relation to grocery stores, mostly because it sounds more casual; and it fits because a grocery store is a casual atmosphere.

Me and my dog, Bayley are often called partners in crime, mostly because we get each other in trouble or we would get in trouble together. One incident that happened a few years ago, I was walking into the livingroom, where Bayley was, to do something, and all of a sudden, Bayley started barking and growling at me for no apparent reason. I told him to "shut up. I didn't do anything to you this time!" Mommy and Hannah heard me say this to Bayley. When I went back to the bedroom, where Mommy and Hannah were, they asked me, " So other times, you did something to Bayley?" or something to that effect.
There have been several times that Bayley has bit me, mostly because I was messing with him and irritating him. Almost all the the times were when I was supposed to be doing my school. I really only remember one time that he bit me and it wasn't my fault. Most likely the most memorable time though was when I was getting a small snack before brushing my teeth to go to bed. While I was eating,I started to mess with Bayley. During that time, I some reason decided that I wanted to see what would happen if I beeped him on the nose with my big toe. I should have known that he would have bit my toe. When he bit my toe, I wrapped my toe with a paper napkin and put my sock on. It was several days before I told Mommy. The scar took a long time to go away after that incident. I think this was the last time he bit me.
Even through all this, me and Bayley are still good buddies. And now I have also been dubbed as his 'potty pal' because I am the primary person that takes him out to potty.

The name of my blog, I took from a ball cap I got a year or to ago from one of the Mast General Stores in the NC mountains one time during a day trip there. The cap had the quote "I live in my own little world...but it's OK, they like me here".My family and I thought it was perfect for me because I often am thinking about something and then someone will speak to me and I will have missed everything that was spoken to me. Because of this and other things, I am said to live in my own little world. There was also a shirt that said the same thing on the front, but it was about ten dollars more expensive.