Meet Mr. Bun, Mr. Bean, and Sweetiepie Lambiekins. They are somewhat sloppy as I hand stitched them and they were my first attempt at making stuffed animals, but I love them anyway. I made them last weekend after some surfing on the Martha Stewart website and a trip to Target. They’ve got some really inexpensive gloves there in really
cute colors. I’m thinking about going there again because I have a Mr. Bone and a Mr. Bell in mind. 🙂 Last nig
ht I finished sewing the pink stuffed Sweetiepie Lambiekins. Christian wanted me to name it Rambo or Lambo, and then make a stuffed pig and 
name it Hambo. Boys.
Nothing terribly exciting or worth writing about is happening in my life. Just school and exercise and piano and meeting and more school as usual. I did start my ACT prep and trigonometry this week though. All that means is an extra math assignment to do a day. Fortunately I’m allowed to use a calculator this time around! It’s like cheating, only you can get away with it. Let’s see… this weekend we are going to a get together in Charlotte! I am very excited for that!! And of course, Grandma and Grandpa are coming for Thanksgiving. Lots of things to look forward to, but not much going on at present.
Bryan sent us this great picture of his Dad and Mom, Walter and Arlis Joyce. He took the picture when Walter, who served in Korea, put on his uniform for Veterans Day. We have very fond memories of past Veterans Days as the town in Oregon from which we moved when we came to North Carolina held the largest Veterans Day parade West of the Mississippi River. Grandpa Milo is a veteran of the same era as Walter. He spent the last year of his time in the service as a cook on the Eniwetok Atoll in the South Pacific helping with the testing of the newly invented hydrogen bomb. The last time we went to the Albany Veterans Day Parade, there were several members of the Oregon Atomic Veterans riding in it. It just happened that the parade stopped when they were right in front of us, so I walked out in the street to talk to them. They knew of Grandpa Milo and had actually been trying to get in touch with him so he could join their group. We had a nice little talk before the parade moved on.