After hitting “publish” on my blog post yesterday, I realized I had 45 minutes before my eye doctor opened to call to make an appointment, so instead of farting around on Facebook, Pinterest, or Instagram, I got my walking shoes on and headed out the door. We had rainy/stormy weather predicted but I beat the rain – it was a glorious overcast 72 degrees – perfect!
I walked our neighborhood for 40 minutes, hitting just over 5000 steps before 9 am! Some of the streets are very hilly – Lisa F. this picture of the ski jump is for you!
The hills actually helped my sore leg muscles after my workout on Tuesday. Still a bit sore today too – gah, I am old! When I got back I was able to get into the eye doctor by 9:45 – nice! I heated up a quick breakfast – one buttermilk pancake and a leftover breakfast sausage muffin. I have to apologize for my photography from yesterday – my glasses are 14 years old, and while my eyes have changed over the years, my glasses aren’t up to par – I seriously thought most of these pictures were in focus!
The eye doctor said I had a viral infection in both eyes. I told her I was confused because I wear daily contacts that I throw out at the end of each day. She said I could have picked it up from the cart at a grocery store or on a piece of equipment at the gym. While I wipe down my machine when I am done with it, it never dawned on me to clean it before I started! I have antibiotic drops I’ll take 4 times a day for the next 7 days. Just one more day wearing my glasses and tomorrow I can put my contacts in again.
I came home, said hello to Tony, emptied the dishwasher, made my lunch and headed out to get my prescription filled. While I was waiting for that, I got my oil changed on my car – so I was pretty productive! I ended up taking a half day and got to work at noon. I didn’t have to start until 12:30, but there wasn’t enough time to change, go to the gym to do my strength and get back to work by 12:30 – good thing for my morning walk!
I ended up making a chicken and veggie stir fry with whole wheat noodles. This was so filling, I only ate about 2/3 of it.
You all know that I love our deep fryer. It holds the temperature really well and nothing tastes greasy – well, until the oil gets old. I’ve needed to replace the oil in our fryer for a while, which is why I haven’t used it in a while. While Tony filled up my car with gas at Sam’s Club last week, I ran in to get oil. I was going to buy an 8 quart container of Wesson, that is until I looked right next to it and found this giant bottle of oil – 18.5 quarts and it was $21! Duh!
I ended up making us chicken sandwiches and . . . wait for it, wait for it. . . BEER BATTERED ONION RINGS! Yes, I know I’ll get shit for saying that, what with my aversion to onions – but onion rings are the exception to our rule. But we are picky about our onion rings – they have to be super thin, the breading has to stay on. My beer batter: 1 cup flour, 1/2 cup beer, pinch of salt, cracked pepper – that’s it. I probably could have used half that amount as there was a substantial amount of batter leftover – I only fried up about 3/4 of one onion for the both of us. I love that I got all the peanuts for the squirrels in the backdrop of this picture – ha! I really should be a food stylist!
I didn’t get all my steps in, nor did I do my back exercises – but I plan on doing those over the weekend. I can’t remember what’s on the strength menu today, so if it’s not too long, I may be able to knock both of them out.
So every once in a while Tony will leave me a note, a letter, etc. since I normally go to bed before him. Yesterday morning he left me this note. Mind you, we are having a battle with the central air. Tony thinks that 83 is perfectly comfortable in our house, while I walk around with boob sweat at that temperature. He does keep the central air on at night though so I can sleep without tossing and turning. Tony also believes that he is going to die before me, because he couldn’t live without me. He also thinks I have a hand in all his ailments he’s had since we’ve been married, because he says he felt fine before marrying me!
It’s morning and by now you’re awake. If you check the bed you will find a frozen mass that used to be your husband. I hope your night was comfortable, mine was like a night in an unheated igloo. I am writing this note to ask a favor. During my funeral can I be displayed upright holding a beer to toast to the guests attending this saddest of events?
Also, I would like to be topless. Please ask the mortician to add some hair to my chest. Oh yes, I would like to have a tattoo of my last book title “The Bitch Killed Me, She Really Killed Me.” I would like to wear very short shorts with my “cheeks” exposed.
Please remove my liver and ship it to my colon cancer doctor with a note that says “Please use this in good health.” I’m sure given a few weeks after my death, you will settle down with a guy named Troy, or Lucas.
Good-bye darling. It was fun, right up until I died.