On Excitement for my First Fashion Show!!!!

Hey Ragers and Ragettes!  It’s a sunny day here in St Helens.  It started out chilly but it looks like it is going to be a glorious day!!!!  I will get to my outfit choice today in a minute.

Well, I am bursting with excitement!!!!  Suzanne and I are attending a fashion show in 13 days time!!!  I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo excited!  I have always wanted to go to this particular fashion show for ages!!!  It’s the North West fashion show at the Palm House in Sefton Park in glorious Liverpool and your truly snagged 2 VIP tickets!!   Life.  Is.  Good.

So now comes the hard part.  What am I going to wear?  Suzanne has picked her outfit and it sounds fab.  She always gets it right!!!  She will be rocking a skirt, boots, her black leather jacket but she doesn’t know what top to wear.  She will find something amazing.  She always does!!!

For my outfit?  I don’t know!!  I don’t want to look too dressed up, but as Suzanne and I will be VIP’s (insert girlie squeal here) for this event, I want to look classy.  So I am toying with a few different outfits.  So this week I have decided to hold my own mini fashion parade.

Today’s choice is a special dress.  I have only worn it once and when I did, it was super tight.  It now fits nicely (with the help of sucking in knickers!!).  It’s a black dress with a low cut square neckline that is cream, tan, gold, coral and brown with pockets.  I have teamed it today with a black cardigan, my black peep toes and gold accessories.  Oh, and my mandatory red lips.

Pros of this dress:  it fits!  It has an on trend tribal pattern with autumnal colours.  It’s quirky, unusual, one of a kind dress.  I can team this on the day with either boots, or tights with black shoes.

Cons of this dress:  It’s short.  I am showing both legs and tits.   The cardinal rule is to show either legs or tits.  Never both.  So I am going to give this a mark of 6 out of 10.

So each day this week I will pick a few outfits and try them out and see how they go and rate them for you all. 

It is exciting to go to the fashion show but the best bit for me is that I get to go with my best friend.  I can’t think of anything better than to go and spend the day with my bezzie and get to immersed in all things fashion.  And to have VIP tickets!!  It’s going to be an extra special day, that’s for sure.

So I will need to read up on fashion show etiquette.  What to do, say, practice my cheek kissing technique, and my strut.  These are important things, people!!!

Anywho, it’s a short one I know and this probably sounds like a hyper active 6 year old wrote it but I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo excited!!!!

Until next time, take care Ragers and Ragettes!!  Stay fabulous!!

Lots of love

The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 

I Can't Get No Sleep and My Mere Mortal

Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!  It's a lovely sunny day in St Helens even though it rained this morning.

Today I am rocking a little black dress.  It's a half length sleeved wrap around dress.  Very flattering for women with full hips and curves.  It accentuates my curves and also with the right bra it gives me fabulous cleavage.  I have paired this with my Iron Fist black peep toes with silver skulls and diamantes.  They are fabulously gorgeous shoes!!  Oh and my red lippy.  I am rocking sleek hair for 2 reasons:  first I love having the sleek look...it's quite striking and classy.  If you play up either your eyes and lips and keep the hair sleek, it's quite the statement and secondly...well, I over slept.

When I mean that I over slept, that actually means that I got fuck all sleep last night.

Simon and I went to bed early but I had plans.  I lit the massage candle, stripped naked and put my favourite perfume on my pulse points.  Simon walked out of the bathroom and saw what I had set up.  He smiled and I said, on your tummy.

I massaged Simon's back, his arms, his legs and tickled his thighs.  I put a lot of time into it.  I then leaned over, brushing my bare breasts on his back.  He turned over and I massaged his chest, then his arms...teased down his body...his tummy...then I heard it.

Simon was snoring.  He was fast asleep!!!  My jaw dropped.  I looked at his face (he looks so sweet and innocent when he sleeps) and I sighed.  I put the covers over him, tucked him in and got in next to him.

I out my ear plugs in and my fabulous lacy sleep mask on (Yes, I have a fabulous silky black sleep mask...did you expect anything less??) and laid down on the bed.  I turned to Simon, kissed his lips softly and the tip of his nose.

Good night my angel I whispered.

I then tried to get to sleep.  I couldn't though.  My mind was racing from the weekend that we had and from a few thoughts that were swirling around.  I shifted position and tried so hard to sleep.  I couldn't.

I tried fluffing my pillows, I tried switching position (I go to sleep on my tummy because it's more comfortable for me.) I just couldn't get comfortable!!!  Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

This went on for at least 4 hours.  Then when I thought that I had it sorted.....Snnnooooooooorrrreeeee!!!!

Simon was snoring away...loudly.  I could hear him even with ear plugs in.  I tried rolling him on his side gently, he just rolled on his back again.  (I have a theory on why men snore when laying on their backs.  Their balls cover their assholes and it causes an airlock....sounds legit to me!!!)

I tried putting the pillow over my ear but damn!  This was getting louder!  It sounded like a car being stuck in the mud trying to get out!!!

Try as I might I couldn't drown it out so I looked at him and I thought, do I smash the lamp on my bed side cabinet over his head or do I put a plastic bag over his head...I then thought nah....prison regulation orange doesn't suit my complexion or hair colour....

So I got up and went to the settee to try and sleep.  I tried to get comfortable there but there was no support for my back.  For fuckssake!!!  I needed to be up in an hour!!!!!

I tried to shift my position but just couldn't get comfy.  I sighed got up and thought I would rather not sleep in comfort so I trudged back to my bed.  I got back under the covers and Simon rolled over, wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my back.  I smiled.  My little snorer wasn't the worst.

So I didn't get a wink of sleep last night.  I don't feel too bad for it, actually.  So I didn't have time to do my hair properly but the sleek look is working for me.

So I sat here at my desk at work typing this up listening to music and a song came on by The Doves called Pounding.  It implies that you need to enjoy little moments because you don't know if they will last for ever.  I got up, drew the blinds for the windows at work, locked the door, strutted to Simon, turned his chair around, put his head in my tits (which he kissed appreciatively) and I leaned down and kissed him passionately  He put his arm around my waist and kissed me back.  My hand slid down on his crotch and I started to undo his zipper to which he whispered in my ear:

Betty, I need to take a piss.

Yes, I love my Simon very much.  I cannot get angry at him.  Each day he makes me laugh.  He teaches me about myself and I know that I have a love that will last forever.  This love is something that I have never felt before.  I thought I was in love but I wasn't.

So Ragers and Ragettes, I am going to enjoy my imperfect Mere Mortal (as Elena would say) and treasure each moment.  As that song said, these moments won't last forever.....

Until next time, Ragers and Ragettes, take care of yourselves

Lots of Love

The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxxxxxxxx

On Distractions from an Unsettling and Strange Weekend

Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!!  It's a strange Sunday here in St Helens.  It's sunny one minute, then threatening rain the next.  I don't think that Mother Nature knows what to do!!!

Well, today I am here in my little sanctuary and I am rocking a white vest and my grey yoga pants...comfort is the name of the game today.

It's been a strange, crazy and unsettling weekend.

The drama started on Friday.  Simon was expecting a delivery on Thursday of stock.  We were in contact with the shipping company asking where the truck was.  We were told that the driver ran out of hours and had to park up 30 kilometres away.  Something just didn't sit right.

On Friday, after me chasing the shipping company for 2 hours we found out a disaster happened.  Over night, £7,000 worth of stock was stolen over night.  Simon was livid.  I had to talk to the haulier outside so that I could hear because Simon was swearing and screaming.  My heart was pounding and I felt sick to my stomach.  Physically sick...

So on Friday, I periodically went to the toilet to cry.  Simon works so hard.  How could someone do this??? I tried to make Simon laugh.  And I succeeded.  On the load (when it finally arrived) there was new stock so Simon had a play with the new stock and looked happier.

I spent the day onto the police trying to demand that something be done.  I was put through to one department to another precinct and back.  It was frustrating.  I just needed to distract Simon.  I was wearing a low cut top and so I made my cleavage more prominent to distract Simon...it worked.  As I always say, my boobs really brings out his eyes....

The strangeness filtered into the weekend.  So I tried to distract myself.  So I put all I could into the gym.

I have recently changed my routine and eating and it's paying off.  I am losing the weight.  I am an emotional eater so usually I would call in for a pizza and get a bottle of red wine and drown my sorrows in a calorie laden fashion.

This time I distracted myself with my gym routine.  I went to the gym and gave it my all.  When I finished, I couldn't run, lift or crunch any more.  It was an amazing feeling.

To cheer Simon up, I went to Starbucks and bought him his favourite coffee....a large caramel latte with an extra shot of coffee.  When I presented this to Simon, he was so happy.

Yesterday, I distracted Simon by doing some work.  We have a massive business opportunity in America so we are doing the preparations.  It was hard, tensions were rising (I smiled to myself...I knew what was going to happen later....) and we got stuck with a simple upload.

Suzanne distracted me by a project that she is doing.  She wants to make a nice little reading and writing nook for herself.  Now I am not very good with decorating...the decorating I am good at is my clothes and make up!!!  Now Suzanne is amazing with decorating!!  She is so creative so she was bouncing ideas off of me.  It made me think about my room and my writing nook.  I think I will do that as a project and ask Suzanne for some help.  Plus that means we'd spend time together doing creative things which is amazing anyway.

So here I am now, distracting myself from the feelings and the emotions.  I went to the gym this morning, did a hard workout, had a shower and I am now writing my thoughts and feelings.  This is the only way that I can keep sane.  Being strong for Simon is the priority.  Simon is playing Grand Theft Auto 5 and distracting himself by stealing cars, shooting people and slapping bitches up.

So I am preparing myself mentally for a new week, keeping a positive attitude and trying to make sense of the last 72 hours.  Plus this distracts me from the overflowing basket of ironing that has been sitting there for a month...I really need to tackle that but there are so many shoes to look at!!

Sorry if this is a bit disjointed but Ragers and Ragettes, thank you for being the ultimate distraction.  Thank you for keeping me sane.

So take care, enjoy your Sunday and I promise the next post will be happier and more positive!!!

Lots of Love

The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxxxxxx

On Work Tensions = Great Sex

Good Morning Ragers and Ragettes!!!!  It's a sunny day here in St Helens and I think that summer is trying to come back but it's not as hot as it was before.  So today I am rocking my bootcut jeans, a skull printed tank top, a push up bra which is giving me epic cleavage, cowboy boots, my velour jacket and my red lippy.  Fabulous!!

I received a gorgeous surprise today from Simon.  He went and purchased me a beautiful heated red massage chair!!!  It's comfy and lovely.  I'm in heaven!!!

It has been really tense here in work recently.  We have had a lot going on.  Keith has been promoted and he is doing the technical stuff because let's face it...I don't understand engines and I feel helpless when being asked about them so it's brilliant news for me.

But there are also other things going on.  We have been asked to sell our stuff on a bigger platform in the US so I am getting a lot of work thrown at me.  Simon has been barking orders and been generally grumpy.

This has been going on for 2 days.  Yesterday I snapped back at him and told him that if he ever talks to me like that again, I will take the machette that I have by my desk (long story) and chop his dick off.  He looked shocked and quickly apologised. 

The rest of the day was very tense.  I just put my headphones on and listened to some music and got on with the spreadsheet work he wanted me to do.

We went on like this for the rest of the day.

After the lads left, we continued working and again, things got tense.  We were doing some pricing for a new customer in the US and I was just generally asking about the cost and how much the shipping is so that I could calculate the profit margin. 

Simon then totally lost it and snapped at me, I snapped back and told him that I was just asking a simple question and that he doesn't need to be rude.  He apologised again, came over and hugged me and kissed me.

We packed up and went home.  I sat in my room for a bit and did some writing and just chilled, Simon played his video games. 

I finished my writing and went into the kitchen and made dinner, chilli.  I love chilli!!!

After dinner we watched TV and soon it grew late.  I stripped off and got ready for bed.  Simon came out of the shower and I saw that he lit the massage candle.

Now, Ragers and Ragettes, the massage candle is a fabulous invention!!  It's a soy based candle.  You light it and the wax doesn't get red hot, it just warms up.  When the wax warms up you can use it as  a massage oil.  It's gentle and doesn't block pores.  Amazing!!!!

I looked at him and he said, I want to treat you to a massage, Betty.  I smiled and rolled on my back and said, my tummy is a bit sore, he smiled and poured the candle wax on my tummy and started to massage...he made his way up my body and soon his strong hands were cupping my breasts.  He then started to kiss my neck and I then decided to tease him.  I rolled on my tummy and said, do my back.

He smiled, put more of the wax in his hands and he rubbed my back.  It felt like heaven!!!  His hands made their way down my back and onto my bare bum.  He massaged my bum and then his hands wondered to in between my legs.  I felt electricty up my spine. 

I turned over on my back and he put his head between my thighs....

I don't want to go into too much detail but daaaaaaaaammmnnnn!!!  I came and I came good and hard...all over him.  I was shaking in pure pleasure.  My body felt warm.  I hadn't experienced an orgasm like that in ages.  He knew where to touch and what pressure was needed.  My legs were like jelly.  He then got on top and soon finished off in a sweaty, hot wave of passion.  After he came, he rested his head in between my breasts and kissed my chest softly.  My body was still sensitive so I jumped a bit.  He gave me his naughty school boy smile and lightly kissed my lips.

I like to think that work was the foreplay.  Sometimes you need that tension, those arguments.  They make the bedroom more interesting and fun. And make up sex is amazing!! 

So now I look at my work day as a precursor to the night.  I might pick some more arguments because after last night?  It's worth it!!!

Until next time, Ragers and Ragettes, stay foxy, stay sexy and stay fabulous!!

Lots of Love

The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxxxxxxx

On Who’s Wrong With You Today

Morning Ragers and Ragettes!  I hope that you have all had a lovely weekend!  The long weekend was lovely but it could have been longer.

Summer has left us definitely and fall is here.  So today I am rocking some boot cut jeans, a black camisole with a silk kimono top and a pair of cowboy boots.  I am loving the bootcut jeans and cowboy boots look.  Laid back but nice.  Plus my cowboy boots are amazing.  They are so comfortable!  Every girl should have a pair.

Today I have to admit I am not in a good mood at all.  I am cranky, tired and very irritated.  When I got into work and saw that Simon’s parents have brought the dogs...I was fuming for some strange reason.  So I have pretty much kept my mouth shut and kept my head down. 

So I started to think why am I in such a snit?  I mean, I am really irritable.  It’s not that time of the month, I am eating healthily and I have most things that I want in life so why do I have a case of the crap-mcnasties?

A wise woman once said that most of the time we ask the question of “what is wrong” but we should actually be asking the question of “who is wrong”.  As in, who is pissing you off?  I started to think and a few things popped up.

Firstly, Suzanne.  No, I am not angry with her.  In fact the opposite.  Today is a hard day for her and I am stuck here in St Helens instead of being with her and trying to make her feel better.  If I were with her I would take her out shopping, go out for a nice lunch and do things like that.  It sucks because I can’t properly be there for her.  Sigh.

Secondly, Simple Guy.  I wrote a blog about my online dating adventures and I briefly was seeing a guy called “Simple Guy”.  After I broke it off, I deleted him from Facebook and my phone and everything.  Well, against my better judgement, he made a new profile and I friended him again.  He started to pester me for my phone number even though I told him that I was in a relationship.  Finally it hit him that I was in a relationship. 

Anywho, a few days ago I received a message from him.  Keeping in mind that he is simple, he asked me if I was ok and I said I was.  I asked him if he was ok, and how things were going.  He told me that he got a promotion in work and was now on £16,500 a year...this was supposed to impress me how?  I earn twice that!!! 

I said back, oh well done.  Then he said that he was seeing a Polish girl.

I said I hope that you are happy.  That’s great!

Then he said it....She’s a stunner.

I don’t know why, but ever since, that has grated on me.  I can’t stop thinking about that. 

Let’s get something straight.  I in no way fancy this guy.  He wasn’t good looking, he had a creepy smile and he had the personality of a squid.  

But to hear him say that he has a new girl and that she is a stunner?  

So I started going a bit loopy.  I started to go through his friend list on Facebook.  No Polish bird on there.   No tagging in Facebook posts, no mention of being with a woman.  I sense some bullshit here.  I knew that this was bullshit.

But why was I still seething?  What’s wrong with me?  And I have been seething ever since.  It’s really wound me up good and proper!!  I need to somehow let this go but how?  How do you let this go? 

I also find that I am letting customers at work get to me.  I wake up sometimes in the middle of the night and I can still have echoes of emails and conversations in my head.  I am seriously having problems of letting it go. 

So with the information above I know why I am in such a snit.  So I need to work on getting myself out of this. 

I brought my notebook with me today.  This notebook is a lovely flowery notebook and in it I write down my blessings.  I try to do this every day so that whenever life gets tough or unbearable it keeps me grounded. 

I always write down my gratitude for my family, for Suzanne and for Simon.  I am blessed.  I have so much and yet I find myself dwelling on the shit.  I think that it is a habit sometimes.  We like to whine, bitch and complain.  Sometimes I don’t think that we see what is going on around us.  It makes me sad.   Especially what Suzanne is going through.  One of the lessons that she taught me is to not let the petty things grind you down, there is more to life than those sorts of people.  She calls them gnats' asses. 

So I need to brush off the gnats asses and focus on what is good.  My job, my boyfriend, Suzanne and my friends, my family, my diet is going great, the list goes on.

So in closing,  I know that I need to make peace with those that are bringing me down spiritually so that I can continue to be the best that I can be.

So Ragers and Ragettes, take a step back, a deep breath and be thankful for what you have and don’t let the gnats' asses grind you down.

Lots of Love

The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

On a Great Start to a Long Weekend

Hey Ragers and Ragettes!  Here I am at my little writing station in the New Rage Towers.  Simon is in the front room happily playing his PS3 and I am watching the Everton v Arsenal match on my iPad and doing what I love doing best.  Writing my blog!!!

Today has been a fab day that started out a bit strange.  I didn't sleep well because I knew that was going to have a hard session with Brad in the morning.  And boy I was right!!  I mean, he pushed my body to the limit!  I had to do this circuit that was so difficult and he added an exercise that I saw in the show "The Biggest Loser".  I stood in a squat position and in my hands I held 2 handles for the biggest rope that I have ever seen.  The exercise was to from my squat position, raise my arms with the rope handles and get the rope to slam on the floor.  Erm......hard!!!!  My arms are destroyed!!   And I mean properly destroyed!!!  I could barely lift it!  I wasn't slamming the rope I was lifting it about 2 inches off the ground and placing it back.  On TV it looks easier!  In real life...uhh....no!!!

On my way home I thought that I would treat my darling Simon with a coffee from Starbucks as he is totally addicted.  So I drove to the drive through (I was looking rough, I couldn't go in looking like a Sweaty Betty!  Hell no!) placed my order, went to pay and.....I forgot my wallet at home!  D'oh!

I pulled up to the drive through window and sheepishly told them what happened.  They were understanding so I sped home, ran in, Simon was up and in his underwear.  He had a look of pure nerves on his face. Betty is everything ok?  He asked.

Yes I said, forgot my wallet!!  I grabbed my wallet and sprinted back to my car and back to the Starbucks.  I picked up his coffee and bought him a sausage bun and made my way back.

I got in and Simon said, Betty is everything ok?  I said yes, my darling.  I wanted to buy you lunch but forgot my wallet!

He laughed and said thank fuck!  I thought that you were angry at me.  I hugged him and kissed him.  He looked lovely.  He usually gels his hair but his hair was natural.  He looks fit without his glasses and with his hair natural.  Sigh.

He ate his breakfast and drank his coffee.  I made myself porridge.  I was excited because I was meeting the gorgeous Suzanne and her fabulous husband, Rick, for lunch.

Hard decision.  What do I wear?  I considered this quandary as I cleaned my dishes and got into the shower.

I decided on my skinny jeans, a high necked purple, pink, black and red halter top with my velour jacket.  I plaited my fringe and put a big purple rose in my hair.  I wore my cobalt blue retro Adidas running shoes (I didn't know if a lot of walking was going to be involved, I would have worn my black platform wedges.) and did purple eye shadow and natural lips.

Simon dropped me off in town and I saw Suzanne waiting for me.  I broke into a sprint and when I got to her I gave her the biggest hug I could.  It felt great to see her again.  She was looking gorgeous.  She was rocking black trousers, a coral/light orange top with a draped neckline and an on trend fuzzy cardigan.  She always gets it right!  I was so happy to see her again. She looked at me and said, girl, you are losing weight!!  I felt so happy that she noticed!!  Suzanne was looking slimmer on her waist.  Her waist is going in and she is getting her shape back.  I am so proud of her that she is taking care of herself. Rick was in the e-cigarette shop getting some more liquid for his e-cigarette.

When he came out of the shop I gave him a big hug and we walked to a Chinese Buffet restaurant.

We got to our table and piled our plates full of food and the conversation flowed.  We discussed the old job and as I was talking to both of them I realised how lucky I was to be where I am now.

Yes, my job can be stressful, I can't switch off and I will most likely plug my work laptop in and work but compared to what I was doing before and where I was before...yes, I am in a better place!!!  We giggled and have a great conversation and it was like old times.

We talked about mutual friends and how both are not happy where they are. That makes me unhappy.  I want to get us settled at work and get Suzanne to work for us.  Suzanne is so talented and well rounded she can pretty much go anywhere and do whatever you tell her to and do it well.  As we are expanding, I am confident that we will get her on board.

We were chatting away and Rick looked at his watch.  We are going to have to go.  My heart sank.  It wasn't enough time.  I put on a brave face but inside my heart sunk.  I had my soul sister back but for not long enough.

Rick paid the bill (while I protested...next time, it's on me!!) and we left the restaurant.  Rick went to look at a few things and Suzanne waited with me.  When Simon pulled up, I hugged her close and held back tears.

I got in the car smiled and waved.  As we pulled away, I burst into tears.  Simon took me to the pub and we sat together and discussed work.  I was a bit distracted.  I can't see Suzanne for just 2 hours. I need more time with her.  So I want to schedule a day that we both go into Liverpool for the day for shopping, lunch and a good girlie day.  (It still wouldn't be enough!!)

So here I am in my writing space watching the end of the match (Arsenal equalised???  Tasty!!) feeling a strange feeling of contentment, sadness, joy and determination.  Things are settling for me and as September is fast approaching (for some reason I have always found September to be a month that signals a new beginning for me....strange) and I feel ready with anticipation of the good times that are ahead.

So on that note I am going to go and cuddle Simon, make some dinner and enjoy the rest of this Saturday night.

Take care, Ragers and Ragettes!!!

Lots of Love

The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxxxxxxxx

On Being One of the Lads

Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!!  Happy Friday!!!  I defo have the Friday feeling as it is a bank holiday weekend and I can have 3 blissful days off!  So I am rocking a pair of boot cut jeans, my white diamante skull vest, a black velour blazer and my cowboy boots.  And of course my red lippy!  Fab!

Today the warehouse lads said, where’s your dress?  And cowboy boots?  Where are your heels?  Sometimes it’s nice to dress down and relax.  Plus after reading my girl crush Elena’s blog, The Words of a Goddess, she once blogged about being one of the lads.  So here is my take on that subject.

At work I am very much one of the lads.  We tell obscene jokes, swear, mouth off and just joke around.  Work does get done.  They don’t treat me like a girl most of the time but every once and awhile they do.

For example we were clearing space in the warehouse and I started picking up boxes to clear space and Simon’s dad said, Betty, don’t pick up those heavy boxes, let me get it. 

Now I have been going to the gym and I have bigger bicep muscles than Simon does!  And I can lift and leg press more than most men can.  (I’m not some muscle bound bitch, don’t get me wrong but I am more than capable in lifting heavy boxes!!)

I gave him a look that said, bitch please!  Don’t underestimate me!  Men sometimes don’t realise how strong us women actually are.  We are not all delicate flowers and damsels in distress....but saying that, it is sexy being a damsel in distress and being “rescued”....That is pretty hot....

I like being one of the lads though.  There is no bitchiness, back stabbing, and they tend to tell it to you straight and I like that.  I know that if I go to Keith and ask him a question he will be honest and give me a straight answer.  No sugar coating it or making up shit.  He will tell me straight to my face what he thinks.  That’s so refreshing!!! 

I trust the lads 100%.  No funny business goes on, we have a laugh and I enjoy having them in my life. 

But saying that, there are some aspects of working with women that  I miss.  Like when you work with girls, you can talk fashion, get ideas on outfits and discuss important stuff.  Like how buckles on boots are quite in style this season for autumn and winter and denim shorts over tights....wrong or ok?  (Personally, that is one style I hate with a vengeance!!!  And trilbies.  I fucking hate trilbies!!!)   And getting ideas about different styles.  And there is no one to appreciate my well thought out daily looks, when I get a new haircut, change my makeup, or when I wear my cowboy boots!   It’s frustrating!!!!!  Sigh.

I wish that, sometimes, women could be more like men.  Why are we seriously so bitchy?  It’s hard enough being a woman this day and age, why make it worse for each other by gossiping, backstabbing and bitching?  Why can’t us women have it out when we are angry at each other instead of spreading hurtful rumours or freezing out people with silence?  Why the Queen Bee syndrome?

I have worked in offices that were predominately woman and it was hell!!!  I am very much a call it as I see it sort of girl that makes me very unpopular in an office environment.  Because I put my all into my work, worked hard and took the sexiest remarks from men on the chin and proved that I have bigger balls than them, I always faired better chatting with men.  Discussing football (now that footie season is back on I have no one to discuss it with because my work lads don’t like football!  Bummer!!!), going out and drinking beer instead of my precious wine, making crude jokes, laughing and not giving a shit.  The amount of times I got laid playing the ladette card....Christ!!! 

I think that I have swung over to the masculine side when it comes to feelings and shit like that because I have had to.  Being away from home, it was the only way that I could survive.  It was the only way I stopped myself from crying myself to sleep.  Manning up has left me cold and hard hearted in some ways.  But how else could I protect myself? 

But I have to admit recently I have missed contact with females.  I get my fix by messaging Suzanne my outfit choice, chat to her about important issues, like what colours I can wear with my red hair, dietary tips, and other important issues.   I am loving my new life but I am missing that girlie connection too.

But this coming bank holiday weekend I get to see the gorgeous Suzanne!!!  I am so, so, so, so, so, so, so happy!!!  I miss that girl so much!!!!  I will probably burst into tears when I see her!  I have so much to say and I miss giving her a cuddle.  It will just be great to see her again. 

So being one of the lads is a fab thing but sometimes it’s great being one of the girls too.  It’s finding a balance I suppose.

So I will carry on laughing with my dysfunctional work family, messaging Suzanne for fashion and trying to find someone to speak to about the new football season. 

So Ragers and Ragettes, have a great weekend and if you can’t be good, be good at it!!

Lots of Love

The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxxxxxxxx