grreat

 I was annoyed Sunday night when we had to leave the casino two songs in to the second band.  I love going to see Dirt, but i also wanted to see the next band Devils Hopyard. 

I think i'll start driving myself to see live music.  I don't want to leave until i've seen it all.  We drove an hour to watch an hour to drive another hour home.  I think i took an hour to get ready.  Booo.

But it was still fun.  

I think Doug and Jen want me to be with Ed, but Ed and I are not at the same place in life.  He's retiring in August, and is ready to travel and go do stuff.  I have a long way to go before retirement.  He wants to move down south. I won't leave being close to my grandchildren and children.  I hardly see them but when they do invite me I can be there.

Down south is for vacation.  Even if i hate snow, i'm a new england girl born and raised.  This is my home. When i retire and live in a van, this will still be my home.

upped my dose of the glp and this morning it wasn't pretty.  It looked like everything i ate within the last week was vomited into the toilet ending with bile.

Not good.

But i'm on the tale end here.  This is the highest dose and will be the last push for significant weight loss. This shot makes me unbearably tired the second day so today will be a long one. I will probably take a nap in my car for lunch.

Vacation is around the corner.  Koda still hates the sling but he's getting better. He's growing up fast, and still pottying inside.  urgh.  I know it's my fault.

Which brings me to my bestie, who has been annoying the fuck out of me lately.  Something is ALWAYS wrong.  Yesterday she was bitching about her overtime hours (which she depends on and gets paid time and half for) and then about the farmer across the street who kicks up dust with the tractor.

I was beyond annoyed. Must be rough when you buy a house across the street from farm land with all the flies and dust.  Did they not SEE the land across the street?  Nothing is ever good enough for them.  And as far as the overtime, i don't get it.  I work all hours which is my choice but i will NEVER be paid overtime.  When i tell her how that office abuses funds I'm including her "overtime" .  She doesn't get it.

What she really doesn't get is her audience.  Does she remember who she's talking to?  Apartment renter here, and no overtime even though that would change my life.  So keep bitching about you lovely home and extra income.  Duh.

What chased me off the phone yesterday with her was the 50th "kevin said".  He's an expert on EVERYTHING and all they do is judge other peoples choices because THEY know the best way to do everything.  I'm tired of unsolicited advice.  I didn't ask.  And i don't feel like i need to explain myself or my choices.  I've just stopped telling her anything.  

Theres a reason i couldn't tell her i was seeing Bill again.  It wasn't that he was toxic and not a good choice for me, it's because i wouldn't be able to talk to her about it without her telling me what i should be doing.  I don't need it.  And she doesn't see it. 

She gets mad if i don't answer the phone but sometimes the idea of listening to her list of gripes is something i cannot stand to deal with.  NOW she's having "eye surgery" and will be out of work for a week before she goes on her 3 week vacation to italy.  So thats all i'll be hearing about.

We go through this.  I'm trying to avoid a blow out.  I just need space from her and "kevs" views on my life.