ONE WORD AND FIFTEEN MINUTES WITH A TWANG

Going to try the one word post again. It turned out pretty well last time, but I have no idea how it will work out today. The words you guys offered up are still written down on pieces of paper in my black sequin-covered top hat. Yeah, I have one of those. I bought it for my one and only choreographed karaoke number, Hey Big Spender. Ah... the good old days. Thank you, Liza, for contributing five words or the selection would be very slim. Hopefully, this will spur you on to give me more words in your comments;-) I also pulled this clip so that you might get an idea of what you're in for with this exercise (don't forget to turn off the sound on my music player at the bottom of the page):




This is going to be fifteen minutes of me puking up whatever comes to mind on whatever word comes out of the hat. Okay, I am shuffling the words and pulling out a word now. The word is: twang.

Oh God. I don't know how I am going to pull this off. I think about twang and I think about country music, and that really isn't fair, because so much country music isn't full of twang anymore. Granted some of it is. The old stuff was because of the instruments. I think that they wanted it to have that sound. The twang. I don't know. Anyway, it is kind of an old fashioned word because it goes with old fashioned music.


Twang. Rhymes with Tang. Now there was a terrible drink. Right up there with Kool-Aid. Of course, I am now drinking Gatorade. Whatever. I drink it for the electrolytes. Someone who gets migraines told me to drink Gatorade because it helps. I don't know if it really helps or not because my migraines are constant, but I figure that the electrolytes can't hurt. So, I drink me some Gatorade every day. Now I drink the G2.

Speaking of which, I am losing weight again. I am sure that all of my friends who are on the weight loss plan will love to know this. I am not trying to lose weight. It is just happening. That is a side benefit of constant migraine pain. Weight loss. You don't want to eat. You eat very little. You lose weight. And there it goes. My all-time migraine low weight? Anyone want to to take a guess? 102 pounds. Yep. I looked bad. Really bad. I looked a bit better after I moved to FL and did some walking on the beach every day and got some sun. Before that I was just a very pale 102 pounds. Gaunt. Bad.

I am not sure what I weigh now. But I am going to the doctor tomorrow. I will know then because they weigh you. Every time. Without fail. You get weighed and they take your blood pressure. I hate that blood pressure thing. It about squeezes your arm off. Man, I hate that. I have really low blood pressure, so if they use a cuff that is too big, it squeezes really tight, and then it can't find my blood pressure anyway. I need the child size cuff. Just give me the child size cuff to start. Just hurt me once for crying out loud. Take the note down in the file. Egads. When I was in the hospital, the morning nurse kept taking my blood pressure repeatedly because he wasn't getting anything. I finally told him that I was dead and my body hadn't figured it out yet. He didn't' think that was funny. I thought it was pretty hilarious for 5am. I didn't want to be awake at 5am. So, it was damn funny.


Anyway, I suspect I will weigh in at about 115. Maybe 114. I am not sure. My pants are getting loose. And that really sucks, because I didn't think I was going to do this again, and I gave all my size 6 pants to the freaking Goodwill. I suppose that means I am going to have to go back to the Goodwill and buy more Size 6 pants. It just makes a person pissy. Who has the space to store multiple sizes of pants because you keep going up and down. And the other thing that sucks is that I am moving back into a small shirt. I gave some of my favorite small shirts to the Goodwill thinking I would never see a small again. And now... I am about to be back in a small shirt. All of my mediums are going to be slightly too big. Larges are going to be nightshirts. Who has time for this sort of drama? Really? If I had known this was going to happen, I would have packed them in a storage container, and marked them small and put them in the guest closet. Boooo.

I know what you're thinking.... as soon as this temper tantrum is over, my weight will start to gain. You are probably right. I shouldn't complain. I like being a size 6 and a small actually. I just wish I had my old clothes back. Time's up. Thank God.