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 cabinets....no 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

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

On Starting Over Again?

Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!!  It’s a rainy and gross today.  Seriously.  I have had it with this shitty weather!!!  Today I am rocking my turquoise jumper, white vest, bell bottoms and my lucky retro blue Adidas trainers.  They are my favourite pair of “casual” shoes. 

Well, this Saturday I am getting my nails done (thank heavens!!!).  I feel naked without my nails on.   I get acrylic sculptured nails.  I have been experimenting with shapes and designs.  This time around,  I want a shape in between Square and Ballerina.  Here is what I am looking at:

I am excited!!!  I love it!!

There  is something that I love about the “New Year”.  The New Year makes me think about clean starts.  When I delivered my ultimatum to Simon, half of me just wanted to end it, start looking for a new job and a new place and move on.

I am certainly employable.  The world could be my oyster!!  If I were to leave Simon, I would probably try to get a job in either Liverpool or Manchester.  Then I would have to get a cute flat near my new employment.  Furnish it and such.  Hence why I am giving him 6 months.  That gives me time to get my shit together.  It also gives me time to if things are going pear shaped to detach myself emotionally from him. 

I admit I kind of miss being single.  Having the bed to myself, no snoring boyfriend, no cleaning up after a messy person.  Being able to watch what I want on TV and most importantly, I could find someone that isn’t like a 5 year old.

But I do love Simon.  I love how he looks when he laughs.  Or the way he holds me in bed when we are settling in to sleep.  Or how he goes all silly when he sees a puppy. 

I just don’t know what to do.  All I know is that things cannot go on the way that they are.  

Work is boring me senseless.  I see other jobs out there that are paying more and that I will actually be able to do what I should be doing.  I would get bonuses, holiday allowance and promotions. 

And the relationship?  I feel like it is a business transaction.  But ever since I put that email to Simon he has improved a lot.  Was a part of me hoping that he wouldn’t?   Is it the 2 year itch?  This is the most stable that I have ever been.

We have booked to go to Wales in February with his parents (this should be interesting) so that is a big start.  Before I read him the riot act he would have NEVER even considered a weekend in Wales with his parents.  But I sense that is going to be more stressful…

I don’t know Ragers and Ragettes.  It’s a strange one.  I just hope that the right solution presents itself and that I choose what is best for me in the long run.

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

Lots of love

The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxx

On 2016 – New Beginnings and An Ultimatum

Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!!  It’s a very bitterly nasty ass cold day here!!  There is frost and ice on the ground.  I am freezing!!!  But at least I look fab!!  I am rocking my ​bell bottom  jeans

​ (My all time favorite style)​, ​my lips print top, black ​cardigan, ​my retro blue suede Adidas running shoes​  and my red lippy.  I am wearing my fur-lined cape which is so comfy and warm and gives me a “rich lady” look.  I just need a big fluffy Russian style hat and I am set!!!

Well, Happy New Year to everyone!  2015 was interesting.  I learned a lot and I am really to go forward in 2016 in confidence and start making changes. 

I have started by changing my fitness goals, eating and training style.  I am eating more because  I am hoping to start competing on the Power Lifting Circuit.  I am quite strong.  My Deadlifts, Squats and my bench press.  I have a good chance at placing and doing well, I just need to lose 65 pounds to get into the weight class that I want to get into.  Ouch.

This year, also, I am growing my hair out as I am going to try the world of Micro Ring Hair Extensions.  I had a consultation with the woman who is going to be putting my extensions in.  I have to grow my hair out more so we both figured by May I will be at a length where the extensions will blend.  In April I need to have a color consultation so she can match my hair to the extensions.  She suggested going back to my natural hair color or a few shades darker or lighter.  I wanted raven hair but she put me off that.  She told me that her clients that have black hair extensions all have the same complaint.  The black dye tends to strip the paint off the metal bond that holds the extension in place.  So if black hair dye is stripping the paint off metal, what is it doing to your actual hair?  I’m thinking a medium brown with a red tint with caramel highlights going through.  I am going to be booking in with my colorist soon to come up with some ideas.

But the biggest thing is the ultimatum.

Simon and I have been a bit strained recently.  At work we have been fighting like cats and dogs.  Like properly ripping lumps out of each other.  Then we’d go home and I would pretty much spend ​m​y weekend cooking, laundry and cleaning while Simon sits on his ass playing Grand Theft Auto or watching movies and very often sleeping. 

Friday

 I had enough.  I just snapped.  So I came into work and I calmly wrote him an email telling him how I felt.  I told him that he needs to start helping in the flat and that I want to start going out on dates ​ and try to remember why we got together in the first place.  It's been almost 2 years since I left the single life in Manchester to start over again.

This isn't the relationship I had imagined when I started on the dating website scene.  ​I imagined finding someone and going out to the cinema, holidays and romantic dinners.  Not working 24/7, not taking care of myself and being treated like a cleaning lady.  (I Betty Rage am NOT a cleaning lady!!  Not with these nails anyway!!!)

I have given him until June to sort it.  Why June you say?  Well, if I am going to leave him, I need to start saving some money and get me set up so if I do leave I am prepared.  Every woman needs an escape fund, I think.  A plan B to make sure that if a nasty surprise happens, you can cope.  If Simon and I don't break up well, it's extra money towards a new car (I would like my Mercedes SLK 250 in cherry red...) or a home.

  

​I have also started making provisions in regards to if I were to leave.  I am getting someone to look over my CV and to make it look professional and fab.  I am focusing on my workouts and my mental health.  I have stopped putting him and his needs first.  It's liberating!!!​

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This past weekend, Simon did heed my warning and helped me around the house but he better not take his foot off the accelerator or I am gone.

Yes, 2016 looks set to be one hell of a year.  I am excited, scared but ready to strut into the life I have always wanted!!

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

Lots of love

The Fabulous Betty Rage xxx

Betty and Rita - Friends No More and An Apology

Hey Ragers and Ragettes!  It’s a windy and cold autumn day. So I am wearing my black skinny jeans (1 pants size down, thank you very much!!), my Rolling Stones sleeveless top, a black cardi, my black stiletto ankle boots , my trademark red lippy and I got my eyelashes done yesterday so I feel like I am well armed for any battle!!!  This sort of outfit makes me feel liberated. 

2 weeks ago it was my birthday and my birthday celebration.  That night I learned a lot.

I stupidly invited Rita out with us (the lads from work) and she, again, made a total show of herself.  It started out ok and as the night went on and the more she drank she then started talking about how unhappy she was with her boyfriend and how she hated her life.

Then she sunk even lower.  Keith (one of our warehouse lads) has started dating a gorgeous girl, Hollie (name changed).  Keith decided to bring her out to meet us.  What a lovely girl she is!!  She is a curvy girl (about a size 16) with a beautiful smile, a great sense of humour, infectious laugh and a good head on her shoulders.  She works as a care worker for the elderly and her and Keith absolutely adores her. 

Rita started out being nice and as the alcohol flowed she started hitting on Keith.  Purring and pawing at him…in front of his girlfriend.  Hollie luckily saw what it was, a desperate girl desperate for attention.  Keith kept his cool but I was fuming inside.  Rita then drunkenly started going on again about how she was unhappy and I thought…for once, can this be about me? It’s my fucking birthday. Can’t I have a day that is about me?????

Rita disappeared.  I looked at my watch and saw the time, it was 11:58pm.  Rita said that her boyfriend was going to collect her at about midnight and take her home. I assumed she went home.  I saw that she left her coat and scarf so I picked it up and took it with me.  Simon took my hand and Keith, Hollie, Simon and I headed to get a taxi.  Hollie stopped and Keith stayed with her.  Simon and I were waiting for our cab in that taxi office and then Keith and Hollie came in and said that Rita was looking for me fuming.  Our cab arrived and I took her coat and scarf and Simon and I went home. 

On Monday I found out what Rita had done…She had gone to the bathroom and was in there for about 35 minutes.  Again, I didn’t know what was going on.  She saw that we all left and was looking for us.  She saw Hollie and Keith and she stumbled up to them and proceeded to go on at Keith how he wants to fuck her and how he fancies her….In front of Hollie.  She tried to kiss him but Keith turned her down and she started going off at Hollie insulting her size. 

For me, that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.  How dare she?  Seriously.  That behaviour suggests to me that she has confidence issues and the fact that she did that to Keith’s girlfriend……disgusting.  What sort of self respecting woman would do that?  A desperate and sad one, that’s for sure!

So, Ragers and Ragettes, I have now cut ties with Rita.  I have posted her coat and scarf back and I wished her the best of luck with her life. 

So I Betty Rage, need to issue an apology to Suzanne.  I posted a few weeks ago a post on social media about Rita (she kindly sent me a bouquet of flowers) stating that she was my “best friend” as after the July fiasco she said that she was going to change.  Suzanne, I am sorry that I said that.  I know that you would never do that to me and I love you so much, my soul sister.  You are twice as beautiful as Rita is and I am blessed to have you in my life as my best friend.

Now that she is out of my life, I feel a lot better.  No drama.  No shit.  I can focus on my goals and the obstacles that are ahead.  I don’t need someone like that dragging me down or taking the shine off my prinnie crown.

So Ragers and Ragettes, lesson learned.  I would rather be a sane 5 than a crazy 10.

Until next time, keep your head and standards high and your heels even higher!

Lots of love

The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxx

On The Royal Visit

Hey Ragers and Ragettes!  It’s been awhile, I know.  It’s been busy but that is ok with me.  Autumn has made an appearance finally so today I am wearing my favourite turquoise jumper, my bootcut jeans, and my cowboy boots.  Under the said cowboy boots?  The woolliest socks that I can find. 

Well, one of my biggest fears has presented itself to me.   Mama and Papa Rage….are coming to visit!!! 

Yes, there is nothing that strikes fear into my heart more than the impending visit from my parents.

Why, you may ask?

Well, it’s like this.  My parents are coming over to visit me and also they want to visit my Nana who lives in Ireland.  My Nana is turning 100 on the 3^rd of November and my father (my Nana is my father’s mother) obviously wants to wish the old dear a happy birthday. 

That is all fine and dandy but there are a few issues.  Namely the attitude of my family towards me.

I am regarded, because of my past issues with my mental health, to be the black sheep of the family.  So my dad’s side of the family scrutinize, criticize and basically laugh at me.  My cousin came over a few weeks ago and stated that my padrano (that’s Godfather to you…the Godfather in my family is a very important person.   The Godfather is someone to look up to and they in turn care for you if anything were to happen to my parents) thinks I’m “scary” because of my hair, piercings and tattoos.  All righty then!

It doesn’t stop there.  My uncle (who used to be my favourite uncle) likes to pick on me and my lifestyle.  He used to be cool but then he got married and now has become a bitter dickhead.  He picks on my lifestyle, my weight, my colourful past.  The thing that hurts is that him and I used to be tight.  I remember when I was younger visiting him when he lived in Aldershot.  We would go on the roof of his apartment through the sky light and drink vodka discussing our hopes and fears.  He confided in me and listened to me.  I did the same for him.  I wiped his tears away when his engagement got broken off to ex-fiance.  When he moved to Ireland to take care of my grandparents, I came down to take him out for a beer to cheer him up.  Then he got married.  And he changed.  The laughing smiling uncle I had before turned into a sad, depressed, bitter man.  It broke my heart.

So I will have to be in a different country where I know that I will get picked on relentlessly. 

Oh, and then there are my parents.  My Mama does the same, picks on me, but she does it in a passive aggressive way.    Whenever I go home for Chrstmas to see my family, it’s always the same:  You’ve gained weight, you’ve dyed your hair, I hate it, stop piercing your body, you have too many tattoos, when are you going to get married, you’ve been engaged twice but you haven’t married is there a problem with you and the list goes on.

So for 8 wonderful days I am going to get picked on.  Yippee.  I kept thinking about it, I teared up and then…..I snapped.

Here is the exact email that I sent to my Mama:

“Right, in regards to your visit.  I have some concerns.  I find,

especially when we go to Ireland, that I am going to get picked on.  Iknow that it is Nana's birthday but if I am going to be subjected toabuse, being picked at, questioned or harassed by anyone, it will NOTbe tolerated.  Yes, I have many tattoos.  Yes, I am overweight.  Yes,I didn't go to College.  Yes, I am living in sin with my boyfriend.Yes, I am mentally ill.  Yes, I have funny hair.  But you know what?I have travelled.  I speak languages (I am actually negotiating a withnew supplier in Italy).  I am helping run a business.  I amnegotiating a £2 million business deal.  I am now negotiating theterms of a new warehouse.  I have been told that I am a great manager.  I care for my staff.  So ifbeing an overweight tattooed mentally ill woman that is living in sinwith her boyfriend and that managing a successful, growing businessthat cares for her staff that doesn't do drugs that doesn't sell herbody is something to be made fun of and picked on then, well frankly,screw you. I am not taking it from anyone anymore.  I know this seemsa bit of a strange email but the anxiety and fear that I have had toshoulder in regards to "family" functions.  The questions, theobnoxious passive aggressive comments that have been made (actuallyAuntie, I do like shopping at charity shops because you can finddesigner labels and I love the vintage look.  It's called having asense of style and at least I am an individual and not a lemming), theway that I have been made to feel....I have hated and dreaded going tofamily functions for ages.  So again, this is a one time warning.,  Ifthere is any obnoxious or passive aggressive comments, clothingadjusting,lifestyle questioning or anything like that.  I WILL walk out and IWILL  leave.  And if any of these comments occur in the sanctity of MYhome, then the offending people will be asked to leave. Simple.  Rantover.”

Now that may not seem like a lot to you, but that is the first time that I have taken my Mama on.  I have always been subservient when it comes to my family (in the Italian culture la famiglia is everything.  You respect your elders) and when I hit send, I regretted it. 

I didn’t get a response for a few days.  Then Mama responded. 

“Well, your email took me by surprise.  Anyway, please don't stress over this visit.  My advice would be to not give them any fuel to start a confrontation.  You are a successful business woman who has taken care of yourself, speaks different languages and has travelled.  If you feel uncomfortable where a conversation is going just say "that was then and this is now." End of  story!”

We Facetimed and she then picked on me about my newly dyed black hair.  I took a deep breath and told her to cut the crap.  She looked shocked.  I felt sick.  But I had to do it. 

I have let her rule me and guilt me for 33 years (it will be 34 years tomorrow….yes it is my birthday!!) and to be honest, I need to proudly show my tattoos and proudly be me.   I can’t let her old fashioned views and her words hurt me anymore.  I need to free myself of this. 

So please think of me on the 12^th of November.  The Royal Visit will commence.  But this is a time for me to be strong and man up and face this head on!!!

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

Lots of Love

The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxxxxxxx

On An Eventful and Very Crazy Weekend

Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!  It’s a cool day here in St Helens and I think that the old autumn has decided to rear its ugly head.  So I have dressed accordingly:  Not so Skinny jeans, white vest, black blazer, black 5 inch stiletto heeled ankle boots…no red lippy…no, I Betty Rage have tried a different colour.

You see, this past weekend was crazy!!!  The original plan was to go to Manchester on Saturday to see my card reader and I had 6 empty Mac Cosmetic containers to take back and get a free lippy.  (Mac cosmetics have a scheme called Give Back to Mac where you take 6 empty Mac containers – finished blush, powder, and such – and they reward you with a new lippy.  Fab!)

Everything was going to plan then I woke up on Saturday morning.  I woke up to 2 messages.  The first one being from Simon’s Mum stating that she wanted me to go to Aldi on Sunday morning to get her some new face cream that was advertised on the This Morning Show.  Apparently this cream is made by the same people that make La Prairie.  So she said that she was going to leave me the brochure circling what she wanted.  That was cool, I didn’t have a problem with that.

The second message came completely out of left field.  My cousin Stanley* was in England and he wanted to see if I was free for a beer and a catch up that night!!!!

So that put a massive spanner in the works.  The flat was a mess.  I had loads of laundry to do so I got up and started on the laundry.

I put the darks in and started cleaning.  Once the dark load was finished, I took it out and started to hang the clothes out to drive.  I took Simon’s jeans and they felt very heavy.  I put my hand in his jean pocket and…well…I found that I Betty Rage Domestic Goddess had put not only Simon’s jeans in the washing machine but his wallet also!!!  Simon has a habit of carrying around huge wads of cash so I thought “Fuck, Simon’s money!!”.  I quickly opened his wallet and strangely enough, the bills were in tact!!  I breathed a sigh of relief and put the bills on the window sill to dry.  I then creeped over and woke Simon up.  I then told him what happened and showed him that everything was fine  He looked at me and just shook his head.  I chimed in and said, what did you expect?  I’m half Italian, we have a tendency to do a bit of money laundering!!!  He smiled and kissed me.  And everything was fine with the world.

I rushed out and got my nails done (a lovely matte pink colour..I have been going through a matte make up phase.  I think matte nails in the autumn are quite chic.

I then sped off to get the train to Manchester.  The train was 15 minutes late so I sprinted to my card reader and got there on time. 

 I had a fabulous and great reading.  Loads of positivity and opportunity.  I need to take a step back and remember my blessings and the most important thing…let go of all bad people and situations.  Leaving those bad feelings and situations and people festering in your life is a bad thing and it can make you sick and drag you down.  So I left with a spring in my step and made my way to the Mac Counter.

Now I have a vast collection of red lippies as it is my signature.  I have decided to go for a different colour so the Mac consultant at Selfridges and I went through and settled on a matte neutral colour lippy with a matching lip pencil.  How do I feel about it?  Strange.  Very strange.  I am used to my armour of my red lippy but I am getting used to it.  I have been wearing it since 8:00am and it’s 4:30 now and it has stayed intact.  I am kind of liking it.  I want to start doing more with my eye make up and I feel that you should never do a bold eye with a bold lip colour.  So if I opt for a smoky eye, this colour is a perfect compliment.  The colour is Mehr by Mac and the lip pencil is Soar.

I then got on the train and got back to the train station and then floored it back to the flat where I started to tidy up as much as possible.  By the end of it I was tired and we decided to be naughty and we got a takeaway.    We were both cranky and tired.  Plus we were waiting for Stanley who was going to drop by at 8pm. 

Stanley arrived and I must admit, it was fab seeing him again.  The last time I saw him was 9 years ago in Ireland for my grandparents wedding anniversary.   He had aged but we chatted constantly. 

We opted to go out for a few beers and Simon tagged along.  It was a pleasant evening.  I thought that would be awkward I don’t get along with that side of the family and I am a bit of a black sheep so to speak but Stanley said, Black Sheep?  Betty you are a success.  I told him to report back to my uncle (my uncle is also my Godfather) that I am boring.  Stanley had admitted that he thinks I am a wild and crazy one but as I said to Stanley to be successful you need to be a bit unhinged.  He agreed.

Stanley stayed the night in the spare room.  He was gone by the morning as he had an early flight.

On Sunday, I woke up early and went to the gym.  I had a killer leg workout.  I finished my workout and made my way to Aldi for Simon’s Mum. 

I got there for 9:30 (the shop opened at 10am) and I was listnengn to music just chilling.  I then noticed the time and an old woman standing by the door.  So I got out of my car and joined her.  She was at least 75 and had a walking stick. As the minutes passed, more women were lining up.  They were all chatting excitedly about this face cream.  I had to stop myself from laughing because it was like we were going to see the holy grail.

When the store opened at 10am, the poor shop assistant genuinely looked scared at the big throng of women standing before him that wanted this face cream.  Luckily I was right at the front.  The shop assistant opened the door kind of reluctantly and we all pushed in dashing towards the place where the cream was.  I was one of the first people to get there.  I took Simon’s mum’s list out and picked the 3 products she wanted.  As I was picking the last product up, I felt the crowd push into me.  I tried to turn myself around to go to the till to pay but I was block in by a mob of women.  I then felt a sharp whack on my thigh.

The lovely 75 year old woman whacked me with her cane and she said move it!!!  I was trying to leave but I was blocked in.

Luckily, a staff member saw me and she yelled “everyone form an orderly queue please!”  I managed to free myself and run to the till.

I heard rustling and struggling as the women tried to get to the face creams.  I got to the till and I remarked damn!!!!  It’s like feding time at the zoo!

The woman behind the till said today is going to be shit.  WE only have 2 cases of this cream and when it runs out we will get the blame!  I paid and walked out with my thigh still throbbing from the smack I got from that kind old lady that I had been talking with not 5 minutes earlier.

It’s crazy what fashion and beauty can do!  I mean it reduced a bunch of nice old ladies into a pack of vultures circling a dead zebra.

Anywho, it was a crazy silly weekend and I am already looking forward to the next weekend and I have a tattoo scheduled for November so lots to look forward to!

So I leave you now Ragers and Ragettes.  Until next time keep your head and standards high and your heels even higher!

Lots of love

The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxxxxx