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!
Dear Lizabeth:
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.
Yours,
Tony
P.S.
Dear Tony,
All of Biz’s readers will be in attendance to see those cheeks. How could we resist?! A dead man wearing short shorts with his cheeks making an appearance? It is a once in a lifetime experience really.
Cannot stop laughing at his note!!!
Here is how I see the situation of Tony being sick since you married him: He had to be strong and tough, but then his heart knew he met someone strong enough to hold him up for a moment. His body is just catching up on all the illnesses he avoided, that’s all. That’s what is happening.