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Manic times in my house o.O

Iapos;ve rearranged Rubyapos;s room to be half nursery half her playroom still.� Toddler bed is now next to our bed.� Sheapos;s in it about 50 Iapos;d say.� This next week I am going to be more insistant she fall asleep in it.

The ladies at my work held a shower for me :)� So nice.� My best work friend got me like 3 yards of this flannel, except with a more cream.natural background:



I now have a red gingham crib sheet and a denim dust ruffle.� Its looking more "boyish" and ready so that is making me feel slightly more at ease.� I think I am going to take the flannel and cut up a bunch of our old jeans and make a rag quilt and a few pillows to match. Something like this:
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Iapos;ve also seen an entire rug made from denim. So thats�kind of exciting.� I�can definately afford to�scronge up our old jeans or get them for $1 at the thrift store.�

Tthey also got me an infant car seat that is grey �black so no pink trip home for the boy �The base is alsothe least wide they make so I hope all 3 kids will be able to buckle in the back seat.� I sure wish I could turn off the airbag in the front so Gabi could ride up there without terrible visions of a crash in my head.

Still so much to do.� And then to have people over for Thanksgiving.� Urgh.� Iapos;m almost hoping to go into labor�just so I donapos;t have to cook an entire family feast.� Donapos;t get me wrong, I�love cooking for the holidays, but I am so friggen pregnant the idea of going to Golden Corral is sounding better and better.� I think my family would DIE though.� Chris was already talking about all my yummy recipes and how he canapos;t wait to eat this or that.� *sigh*

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Listening to old band music makes me (a) wish I had the opportunity to be in a large musical ensemble with a strong community, (b) realize just how long ago it was that I was obsessed with the clarinet, and (c) make me feel sort of old in general.

I know I write about this once every few months or so, but itapos;s hard for me not to reflect on music when it was once such an integral part of my life. I couldapos;ve gone to music school had I pursued CYSO over academics. I might still be a huge music nerd, with knowledge of all kinds of crazy theory, by now. I might not be at Grinnell.

These things are interesting to ponder. I was thinking, the other day, that if I go to grad school after college maybe I will find the motivation/guts in me to audition for a band there. Perhaps thatapos;s another (slightly) compelling reason to go to grad school . . . Iapos;ll add it to the list.*

Also, screw visa applications. Could they be more time consuming and complicated?

Smelly cleats are gross. I am getting entirely too spacey this semester. A lot of the time, I donapos;t feel like Iapos;m actually experiencing a moment--itapos;s more like Iapos;m watching passively through someone elseapos;s eyes. Fortunately, this most often happens when Iapos;m bored at work and not when Iapos;m at class or doing other important things. Probably itapos;s just a sign of being tired and busy.

Sorry for the obsessive posting about being busy lately. Itapos;s just a very new thing for me in my rather dull life. So, yeah. The end.

* Although, really, itapos;s not a very significant reason to want to attend grad school. Itapos;s just a thought, mostly.

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