I have been having fun with Acting Balanced, and the Monday Quiz about me! It’s a fun way to get to know myself and other bloggers that you read. Here are this week’s questions:

1. What is your favorite thing about November?
2. What was the last thing that you bought that you regretted soon afterwards?
3. What is your go to snack food?
4. Do you believe that newspapers should charge for their online content?

And don’t forget to add a 5th Question on your own blog so we can answer as we hop around!

1. What is your favorite thing about November?
There are so many things that I love about November. The cooler weather, snow (it’s usually when we get our first snow in Indiana). It’s also my youngest daughter’s birthday, and of course we all love Turkey Day. I have my own ceremonial elastic pants just for that day. Ok, well that might be a tad of an exaggeration.

2. What was the last thing that you bought that you regretted soon afterwards?

This one is a toughy. I am awful about eating out. SO probably the last time I ate out. If I could kill that habit, then I would have a lot more money in my pocket.

3. What is your go to snack food?
My favorite at the moment is the Baked Pepperidge Farm four cheese crackers. I swear they are laced with crack! I could eat a whole box in less than a day.

4. Do you believe that newspapers should charge for their online content?

This is kind of an obscure question. They probably should, but I like the fact that they don’t. I love reading online news content, but I am WAY too cheap to pay to read the news.

My 5th question this week is …

5. What is the most embarrassing story your spouse has on you?

Oh, marriage isn’t marriage unless you give your spouse at least one juicy story to tease you with for the rest of your life. My story would probably have to be the time we went to New Orleans. This was actually before we were married, but to this day (six years later) he still is happy to share my little tale with whomever is within ear shot.

My story begins in the Hilton French Quarter New Orleans. I had won a regional sales award from my employer at the time. They were kind enough to fly us all down to New Orleans for a weekend trip. At the awards ceremony they had an open bar, just beer and wine. I “thought” I had been behaving myself because I didn’t want to get up there fall down drunk to accept my award.

I accepted my award along with the 14 other recipients, and managed not to embarrass myself. I thought I was in the home stretch. Boy was I wrong. By the end of the ceremony, I had already had 4 small glasses of wine in me. Then my co-workers thought it would be a great idea to go to O’Brian’s “the home of the hurricane”. First off, PAY ATTENTION when they call a drink after a force of nature. It is sure to end badly if you don’t.

Those four glasses of wine had me feeling like super woman, so not only did I order my very first hurricane, but I added a “floater” shot on top of it! We were with friends. We were out of town it was all good. That was until about half way through the drink every thing became a blur.

I remember somewhere in there professing “I wuv ewe” to my then fiancee, and trying to convince him to find some hoodoo priest to marry us on the spot. I even remember the walk of shame down canal street with my husband’s arm being the only thing keeping me up. I even remember yelling at him about not ripping my pants because they were my only pair of work pants.

What I don’t remember is much after that, but trust me Mr. Crunchy has taken the last six years helping fill in every teeny tiny detail about that night. He also has helped me make sure each and everyone of my friends knows them too.

What about you? Does your spouse have an embarrassing story they enjoy telling about you over and over again?

Well, today was judgement day. It was the day when I was to find out if my foot would be on the mend, or if I was to have surgery and given a one way ticket to sitting on my butt for more undisclosed amounts of time.

My foot had been feeling better, so I was hoping that the doc was going to tell me I had won what was behind door number one.Unfortunately, all I got was the goat behind door number two and what that means is surgery.

I am not a spring chicken anymore, but man I never thought an attempt to get back in shape would be such a pain in my butt….err foot. Through this journey I have definitely learned a lot, and I am really hoping that this surgery has a end result that is positive.

What have I learned from the last 6 months?

1. Definitely take stretching seriously! More than likely all this crud could’ve been prevented if I had taken the time to stretch. This mess started in MARCH. Now that we are talking surgery, I have at LEAST another 5 months in recovery. It could take up to a year!

2. Listen to your body, even when it makes you feel old: I am only 33, but my body is definitely not feeling like it used to. So when your mind is telling you are a rock star, but your body is saying “whoa, Nelly!” , you need to LISTEN. Not listening could help you into a “wonderful” situation like the one I am in.

3. It’s ok to ask for help: It is quite humbling to have to ask for help in and out of the shower, but it is so much less humbling than having to call paramedics to get your naked butt off the floor after you have broken something else. That’s just speculation on my part, but doesn’t sound like a whole lot of fun.

4. The house not being clean will not kill you: Despite what my OCD keeps telling me, it is OK to sit on your butt and heal. Even moms need time to take care of themselves, and sometimes injuries and illnesses is our body’s way of doing that. Let those dishes sit.Plus, isn’t that what kids are for?

5. Be thankful for the little things: Being laid up for this long makes you crave things you usually take for granted, like walking or gardening. This that you used to do every day really seem like something you would just kill somebody to do. When you are all healed up, make sure to slow down and savour the moments!

6. Never give up! It royally sucks that I am going to have to have surgery, but in my life  I have learned that they can’t hold you down unless you let them. Take it easy, rest, heal, and enjoy a free week off full of great drugs! Plus, you are going to be waited on hand and foot and don’t even have to pay for it! People pay big bucks at a spa for that kind of treatment!

I really hope through this journey you guys have learned a thing or two so you don’t end up laid up like me, but on the bright side it will definitely mean I have more time to blog.  Since my butt is going to be making a permanent indention in the sofa, I might as well let you guys enjoy my drug induced anectdotes, no?