Day 44 - Snap, Crackle, Pop its Osteopath Time!!!

I woke up very early this morning 5.00am and lay in bed thinking about the events from the night before. How do I feel after my date with ManBoy? I still think its hilarious and cant stop laughing.

I lay in bed and decided to email some people who had a few enquires. Man I feel so alive and happy and positive today. (The above photos are of me taken this morning at about 5.45am)

I decided to stop emailing people at about 7.00am as I thought if I don’t get up now I will be here all day. I went for a quick run (25 minutes), as it was soooo cold this morning. It was the quietest my area has ever been. It was so serene it was divine. I went to my local football oval and did 10 laps of it and then I raced home and showered and got ready for my osteo appointment.

I drove all the way to the osteopath who is on the other side of town from me, why do I travel so far to see Jane? Because Jane is brilliant. I trust her implicitly. It took me 40 minutes to get to her.

I think visiting the osteopath is as important as visiting the dentist. I think it’s an important to maintain a healthy spine. I love it when they adjust the joints of my spine, pelvis and limbs. After being snapped, cracked, clicked and popped I tend to become very sleepy and mellow. Its almost like I have just smoked dope. I get all gooey and I’m sure there is drool dripping down the side of my face.

Jane is always so perky. I walked in and she gasped. She told me I looked fantastic, and asked me if I had darkened my hair. Why does everyone ask me this? It’s very funny. I hear that at least once a week. I had to laugh.

Jane took one look at me and said you are definitely out; this bird freaks me out as she says this stuff just from watching me walk in. So I lay down and let her work her magic. Sadly because of the lap band she couldn’t pop me too much as she had never cracked and popped someone who had a lap band and she wanted to research it before getting heavy handed with me. I was begging her to just do it, do it, do it Jane. Then she got to my pelvis and snapped me into my place and then my neck. Ohhh ahhhhh I felt so much better. It’s almost like my crankiness went away just like that.

Nevertheless, my visit with her left me feeling awesome and mellow. I felt so much better. I am booked in to see her again in a fortnight and I am looking forward to the snap, crackle and pop.

I then raced home and did a load of laundry and got ready to go and meet my new friend Vicki J. Well what a delightful meeting that was. I arrived early to our designated meeting spot and did the real nerdy goofy thing of grabbing my book and started reading. I carry books with me all the time; makes sense why my back is always out because my handbag is always so fucking heavy.

I look up and there is Skinny Bitch. I met her in person on Tuesday and from Tuesday till today her whole face has changed and she is dropping the weight. I am SO thrilled for her. We sat our bums down at the organic café and did nothing but talk, talk, talk. It was awesome and I personally feel that I have known this girl for years. She loves 4 shots in her coffee like me…It's too unreal.

Our devotion and lust for Mr Wonderful Surgeon is out of this world. We kept talking about him and talking about him …okay I will stop now as its going to get messy in here (hahahahaha)

Vicki J you rock and I truly think you are a wonderful person. Can’t wait to catch up again. We have so much more to talk about and thanks for all your kind words. I was very touched. Just remember the one thing I got – CHAMPAGNE. FRENCH CHAMPAGNE. (Very personal joke but Vicki J knows EXACTLY what I am talking about.)

I then raced home planning to hang my laundry out to dry. Sadly due to the beautiful rain I had to hang them on a clotheshorse in front of my heater and I then sat down sipping my green tea and reading peoples lovely emails. Whilst waiting for my bestie V to come pick me up as we are off to the movies tonight.

The first email I got was from a moron who requested that I don’t name him. I wish I could. I’m sorry to do this but I have to get a bit political and aggressive on your arses now. In retaliation to the ignorant, racist, dickhead, who says that I am unpatriotic for listening to and purchasing a CD by a Muslim Wog I have this to say to you. You are a dickhead, a moron, an ignorant, uneducated, rude, unaware bogan who is a pathetic waste of human space.

For one I am a WOG. I was born in this country to Greek migrants. As for me being unpatriotic how is that so? I’ve been working in this country for the past 20 years of my life and paying taxes so deadbeats like you can enjoy a life on the dole.

Unpatriotic? I’ve been to Gallipoili mate and made a pilgrimage there to the forgotten soldiers. So how dare you judge me? So wise up fuck wit.

As for calling all Muslims terrorists mate look at our government Mr John “No Balls” Howard and Mr Alexander “LollyBags” Alexander THEY along with Bush and his cronies are the terrorists. Get an education, read the paper be aware of what’s going on in the world rather than make the stupid remarks you are making.

The remark WAR is good. What stupid tablets did you take this morning? Are you serious? If WAR is so good why don’t you enlist? Come on be a man, go and enlist. If you are so 100% true blue and you hate Muslims that much go on, enlist. You stupid little boy. Can you even read?

Enough said. Enough of MY precious time and energy was spent with that thick head.

One thing I have to say and I’m sorry again for being so negative but why email me abusive emails? If I bother you, or you don’t like my blog then the educated thing would be to just stop reading it. Right? Don’t waste my time or yours for that matter being a hater. I don’t worry about haters, I’ve dealt with them all my life calling me a fat wog so it no skin off my back.

Breathe in Reney, Breathe Out Reney, Breathe in Reney, Breathe Out Reney. Count to 10. 1…2….3….4…. Okay I’m better.

That’s my goss for the day and ManBoy is texting me so its time I paid him some attention.

Love yas


Reney