Okay, not really.

I’m bedless, though.  I used to have a bed… It was horrible.  Then I added a second bed on the floor, also horrible.  Last week I got fed up and took them both out of my room and told my father, in no uncertain terms, that he was to take them to the dump as soon as he could.

Being a good dad with a pickup truck and a dump sticker, he did it!

Which was great.  Except now I have no bed.

I really should have seen this coming…

I’ve spent the last week being a bit of a nomad. I work four nights a week, and I’ve divided the rest of my time at my mother’s house, my father’s condo, and my friend Anne’s place.  I haven’t been home, I haven’t really been online, and (shockingly) I haven’t really been sleeping well.

Anne and I painted half of her kitchen and her hallway, though.  So I’ve been semi-productive, and now I want to paint every wall in sight.

In other news, I have no news. Exciting, huh?

Antonio is trying to get time off work to go visit family, and to come here to see me. Work is giving him trouble over time off.  He said he’s tempted to say fuck it, and come anyway… But employers don’t look too kindly on stuff like that.

So I’m in the process of trying to stamp on the hopes I had built up so that if (when?) I do face disappointment, I’ll already have semi-crushed hopes.

I think ahead!   (So long as it doesn’t involve sleeping arrangements.)

The baby shower was… Well, it was okay.  I did as instructed (thank you, ladies) and bought diapers.  I also got a Nautica valence on her registry.

The only thing that was deeply lame?  Baby shower games.  STUPID FUCKING GAMES.  Annoyed the piss out of me.  Oh, let’s guess how many feces-receptacles (diapers, whatever) are in this tupperware container! 

Oh, God, YES, let’s.  Nothing could bring me deeper joy.

(I fucking loathe stupid party games, in case that’s unclear.)

So I did the only reasonable thing and decided to win one of them. 

The only one that involved more than guessing, that is.  We all got necklaces with plastic pacifiers and were told we could not say the word “baby” at the shower, and that if we heard someone say “baby,” we could take that person’s necklace.

Person with the most necklaces at the end won… I won… By a landslide.

Because I’m quiet and observant.

(Okay, fine, I’m NOT quiet.  I am just able to be quiet. And mostly because everyone there had IQs that range from “gnat” to “chipmunk,”  no offense to chipmunks or gnats intended.)

Annnnnd… What else?  Nada.  I’m cooking right now. *grins*  TA-MA-LES!  All authentic, wrapped in corn husks, and steaming right now.  I made them sans fat, though, so perhaps they are not really authentic…I used sweet potato in place of the lard the real recipes call for.  I’ll let you know how they turn out, if anyone cares about that sorta thing.

Though, I might not let you know right away… The nomad routine will be necessary until the 22nd, when I move into my mom’s house to housesit.

(And now I’ll shut up.  My brother just walked in, and looks like DEATH. Huh… Forgive typos, I’m gonna go see if he’s okay without proofing this.)