Wednesday, 24 February 2016

On A Strange Welsh Weekend and Health Concerns

Hey Ragers and Ragettes!  It’s a cold but sunny day here in St Helens.  I’m sick of this weather.  I want spring to come back.  My fashion choices recently can be described, as per the fabulous Suzanne, as “Eskimo Chic”.  Today I am wearing a beige and black striped sweater dress, black fleece-lined leggings and my 5 inch stiletto black ankle boots.  I’m having a great lippy day today.  My red lippy is spot on, if I say so myself!

Well this month has been very busy and expensive.  I had my MOT on my little car and had to dish out £200 for repairs.  Plus my car insurance is up at the end of the month.  Awesome!  Bye bye disposable income!!  The problem is that my make up wish list is growing bigger by the day!  I discovered a new brand that I am keen to try plus a new eyebrow product that looks amazing!  Too many fabulous products, too little money!!!

This past weekend Simon and I went away to Wales in a cute little cottage for a little break...but there was a big but....the big but was the fact that this little break was with his parents for Simon’s mum’s birthday.

We left at noon on Thursday, drove all the way to Wales and when we arrived at 4pm and when we arrived, his mum was steaming drunk and I mean properly slaughtered!!  When did she start drinking?  Seriously. 

So we got ourselves settled in the little cottage and when I returned to the front room, a large glass of red wine was waiting for me.  His mum slurred, sit here Betty.  Oh God.  It was going to be a long weekend.

So this is what happened on Thursday night in a nutshell.  Simon’s mum groped my boobs, discussed how I need to have a grandchild – but she wasn’t pushing me, she really wasn’t, but I need to have a baby.  Is there something wrong with my ovaries (more on that later) and then I Facetimed Mama and Daddy Rage to let them know that I arrived ok.  Simon’s mum then grabbed my iPad out of my hands and started flirting with my Dad....seriously.  I was shocked.  How dare she????

We ate dinner and I went to bed with Simon.  We watched TV in our single beds , separated by a big chest of drawers and I had to sleep on the world’s most uncomfortable pillows.  Ace.   This was a huge mistake.

The next day we went to a charming village and walked around and then went to a cute little village pub and had a big lunch.  And the drink continued to flow.  Simon’s mum got lit up quickly. 

Back to the cottage where she poured me another large glass of red and she finished another wine box (which holds 4 liters of wine...Simon’s parents got there on the Tuesday and she finished her second wine box) and put some munchies on a plate (crisps and such)

She then proceeded to tell me that she wanted a grandchild.  No “I’m not pushing you” this time she was demanding it.  Boobs honked again, kissed all over my face and another discussion about my ovaries.  Rock on.

The Saturday I woke up early to empty wine glasses, and they must have cracked open the vodka after I went to bed as I could smell it.  I proceeded to clean up the mess.

I was starving so I opened the fridge and food.  Just alcohol and crisps.  My tummy was rumbling and I felt bloated.  Stodgy food plus alcohol isn’t a fun combination.  I desperately opened cupboards even for some bread so I can toast....nothing...

As I am weight lifting, I have to eat.  I eat 5 times a day.  If I don’t eat, I get woozy.  I need to eat!!!  I was panicking and starting to get angry.  I put the kettle on hoping the coffee will dull the hunger.

His parents woke up and drank some tea and decided that we were going to walk to a pub on the beach.  I wrapped up and put my sparkly winter hat on (Simon’s mum demanded to know why  I didn’t buy her one...uh it was from the pound shop and it was the last one?) and we started walking on the beach.  I then heard the sound of bleating.

We looked over to the left and on the hill there were 4 lambs trapped up there in the mud.  Simon bravely went up and saved them.  I have to admit I fell in love a little more with him as he rescued each little lamb.

We got to the pub, I ordered a sandwich, his mum ordered me more wine and I had to prop his mum up and help her home. 

That night I made sure that Simon and I got to be early as we had to wake up at 2am because we had to drive to the shopping channel near London for 7am to film a live show for work.  Excellent.

Needless to say, it was eventful and I was exhausted when I got back home.  But I was lucky.  My beauty therapist was looking after the guinea piggies and she kindly cleaned my whole apartment, bought us dinner and made sure the piggies were taken care of.  So all I had to do was 5 loads of laundry.

This weekend will be eventful but in a different way. 

Recently, I have been having a few worrying symptoms.  Basically the doctors have concluded it’s either an underactive thyroid or Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome.  I had a blood test and it has come back normal...I am going to go to the doctor and ask more questions because last time they did a blood test and it came back “normal” my thyroid was actually underactive on that test.

This Saturday (I know, strange) I am having an ovarian scan.  This is going to be a bit invasive.  It’s a camera that they are going to put up my foo foo to see what state my ovaries are in and if I do indeed have poly cystic ovarian syndrome.  (Thank God I had a bikini wax!)

Mama Rage and Sister Rage both had polycystic ovarian syndrome.  The result for them?  Both have had hysterectomies, my sister’s happened when she was 35.  I am not going to worry about anything until I have something to worry about.  It is in the back of my mind though.

That is what Simon’s mum was going on about.  She is demanding a grandchild.  I’m demanding that she needs to go into rehab but that won’t happen.   I don’t want to have a baby for the sake of it.  I believe a baby should be made out of love in a stable environment, financially and relationshipwise.  Both for me are not stable. Hell I could barely afford to tank my car up with petrol this morning and I don't know how I am going to purchase the food shopping this weekend!  I am old fashioned in that if I were to have a baby, I want to be married.  And if I did, I wouldn’t leave my child alone in the presence of an alcoholic like her.

So there you go.  A lot has happened and a lot to think about.  I know that no matter what happens,  I will be ok.  And when I have the scan on Saturday, I will be wearing my heels!

So until next time, Ragers and Ragettes, keep your head and standards high and your heels even higher!

Lots of Love

The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Monday, 1 February 2016

On A Leopard Changing His Spots...

Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!  It’s a windy and cool day in St Helens.   I’m rocking today my cream jumper with my bell bottoms and my lucky retro blue Adidas trainers.  My hair is scraped back in an Alice band because I couldn’t bother washing it and I got 3 new piercings on the top of my left ear.  It bled a lot and it hurts but when it heals, I think it will look ace!!

You know who is looking awesome?  Suzanne.  She always looks gorgeous but she has exceeded the high standard that she usually has. She has had a make over and I am envious!  She looks amazing!  She just got a cute new hair do a la Marilyn Monroe, she’s experimenting with her make up and her clothes.  I think that she looks amazing and I am so proud of her for trying new things!!  I need to take a leaf out of her book really.

I have been experimenting with new colours.  I bought a fab new handbag from Deichmann of all places.  Its cream, light pink and beige.  The shape is classic and I love it.   I have been experimenting with neutrals myself.  I have been liking the looks of the 1960's and 1970's. You know, shift dresses, bell bottoms, head scarves and neutral lips.  It's different to what I usually wear but I like it.  We are going out for a night out on  Friday and I have decided to rock a black and white playsuit, which I have never worn and it is something that scares me.  I have been working on my legs with my squats, lunges and leg press and my pins are looking pretty good, along with my butt.  So I am looking forward to wearing it with my black strappy sandals with my cute black clutch bag.  Instead of my normal red lip I might play up my eyes...who knows!!

A lot of people are embracing change this year.  On Saturday I reluctantly met up with Rita and you know what?  We actually had a nice time.  We did a lot of shopping and she seemed like the Rita that I first met.  I think that she has woken up to the fact that she needs to stop playing away and take care of her child. 

What was the wake up call for Rita?  A pregnancy scare…..a pregnancy scare in which she didn’t know who the father would  be…..

She took a test and it came back negative.  I think  this has been the wake up call that she needed. I have been keeping her at arms length as I don’t need that drama in my life.  But she is now getting her self worth back.  I am pleased.  I want her to be happy. I want the Rita that I was friends with to begin with. The funny carefree girl that would make me laugh.  The girl that would talkabout shoes, make up, handbags and if Ugg boots are an acceptable shoe choice (to me hell no!!!  Ugg boots and Crocs are in the same hall of shame!!).  I think that she is getting there but it is taking time.  Rebuilding your self worth takes time.

The biggest surprise in regards to change is Simon.   I gave him an ultimatum as you know a few weeks ago.  I didn’t know how Simon would react to this but I have to say that he has changed…for the better.  He is helping me with the cleaning and the cooking.  We have been making love more often and he even booked a weekend away in Wales for us this month.

Yesterday though, Simon well and truly surprised me in a good way.

When I went shopping in Manchester with Rita on Saturday I went and bought a new Fitbit.  My old one broke and it’s an important thing for me because of the silent alarm.  I don’t want to have my phone as an alarm because it would wake Simon and that isn’t very nice being woken up at 5:30 in the morning when I go to the gym! 

So on Saturday I purchased a new one (it cost £99.99) and I picked up some other bits in Manchester, met with Rita and had a good day.  When I was on the train platform I realized that I had lost the shopping bag with my new Fitbit in it!!  I was gutted.  I frantically started calling the places that Rita and I had been to but no luck.  £100 down the toilet.  I texted Simon and told him. 

When I got home I cuddled him and cried a bit.  I felt so stupid for losing it.

On Sunday morning, I woke up after a bad sleep and ate my breakfast and got ready to go tot eh gym for my training session.  Simon and I were sitting on the settee watching Netflix.  Simon paused the show we were watching and I got up to transfer some items into my new cute handbag (I really love it!!) and Simon walked into the spare room and said, Betty, I don’t want to argue.

I looked at him and said, what? 

Simon  then handed me £100.  He said, Betty, buy yourself a new Fitbit. 

I was shocked.  Usually Simon would have had the attitude tough luck but here he was handing me cash to buy a new Fitbit!  I couldn’t believe it!!

I hugged him and thanked him.  

They always say the “grass is always greener on the other side”.   That may be the case.  But how about watering the grass on your side of the fence?   I have been focusing on the negative.  I have been looking for the thorns instead of appreciating the roses.   It’s hard sometimes to see the wood for the trees.

Will Simon keep it up?  I don’t know honestly but so far he has showed that he wants to keep me and that he wants us to have a good life.  

I'm just going along with it, embracing his change, showing him that I appreciate it and hopefully making a happier home.

So until next time Ragers and Ragettes, keep your head and standards high and your heels even higher!

Lots of Love

The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxx