On A Much Needed Date Night

Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!  It's a sunny, chilly Sunday and I am sitting in a cowl neck fluffy jumper with my skinny jeans.  My hair is pulled back in a scarf and I am sipping on some peppermint tea watching the fabulous Maxine Peake in Silk on Netflix.  She is one of my favourite actresses.  Right now the fabulous Ms Peake is playing the title role in Hamlet in theatre.  I would love it see her in action as I am an admirer.  I'm not hung over by any means just basking in the afterglow of a lovely night out with the man I love.

Simon and I have been together now for almost 7 months.  7 months!!  I know!!

They always talk about a "honeymoon period" in relationships.  I don't like that concept.  The concept of that after a few months of being together you get into a regular "routine" and it all becomes mundane and boring. The thought that after a few months you get up, go to work, come home, cook dinner, watch a TV programme and go to bed.  Repeat.

I am a believer that you need to keep things as fresh as possible. Work has been so intense recently.  This has lead to heated conversations and raised voices but also it has lead to heated, steamy, passionate make up sex.  Honestly, when we have a day like that, the sex is almost primal, animalistic.  It's been fantastic!!!  

But I wanted to have a proper evening with my Simon so I arranged a date night.

The idea hit me when I was walking home from the gym and I noticed a lovely Turkish restaurant.  I thought about the last time we went out on a proper date...it was our second date in a pub near where I lived in Manchester back in April.  So I told Simon to keep Saturday free and to be ready to go at 6pm.

So I got up on Saturday and started working out with my new personal trainer (absolutely best idea I have had to swap trainers, but I think that is another post) Simon and I did the food shopping then I went to get my eyelashes done.  (Found a new beauty salon and I absolutely love it!!!) I got in and I took my time getting ready.

I love the actual act of getting ready for a night out.  I have a ritual.  Wash hair, shower, shave legs and pits, then get myself to my room, light some candles.  Put some sensual music on and start with my hair drying it, straightening it.  Then the make up.  With the false eyelashes, the make up bit is so much easier, just foundation, some liquid eye liner, my eyebrows and my signature red lippy.

Then I slather cocoa butter on my curves.  I put my black wide legged jumpsuit on.  This jumpsuit is literally just wide legged bottoms and 2 pieces of fabric that you can style the top in anyway you want.

As Simon is a boob man, I opted for a daring look.  I took the straps and crossed them behind my neck and tucked them into the belt of my jumpsuit.  I put tit tape on my body to hold it in place.  No bra for Betty!

I put my red ankle strapped stilettos on, my black patent clutch, fluffed my hair up. I booked the taxi and I strutted to the living room where Simon was and cleared my throat.  He looked up.  His mouth dropped to the floor.  Ready, I said with a smile.

I turned so that he could see my bare back.  He followed me and put his hand n the small of my back and he lightly kissed my neck.  Let's enjoy tonight.

We went to the pub where we had our first date and the whole time, Simon was touching my back, leaning in and saying, babe, you're gorgeous,

I played to this.

We finished our drinks and walked to the restaurant.  Wherever I was going I was making heads turn.  It was liberating but scary.  This was the most daring that I have ever dressed.  I felt sexy.  Like a goddess.

We got inside the restaurant and the restaurant owner escorted us to the table.  We ordered drinks and I excused myself to go to the toilet to check that everything was in place.

I messaged Suzanne as I felt exposed and vulnerable in my get up.  She reassured me that I looked amazing.  I strutted back to our table and found that Simon bought a bottle of champagne.  I was taken aback.

I sat down and he took my hand.  I love you Betty, he said.  His fingers interlocking and gently pulling mine. He reached over and stroked my cheek.  You look stunning tonight.

We ordered our food and discussed open and freely like a couple should.  We laughed, smiled, had a couple serious moments.  The food was amazing.  They do takeaway too so we took a menu.

We drank the champagne and finished our food.  The bill came and it was really reasonable.  We will go back to that restaurant again definitely.

We then went to another pub which was shockingly tacky.  Had a laugh about it and then we went back to our favourite pub.  The whole time, Simon's hands were all over me.

We decided to have an early night and we got back to the flat.

My jumpsuit didn't stay on for too long.  We went straight to bed and had furious intense sex.  Afterwards I laid in his arms.  His fingers tracing down my spine.  I went to sleep with a massive smile happy about our lovely night out.

It's important to have date nights.  It's important to remember why you are together.  I don't want to be in a mundane boring relationship.

Simon also has been putting effort in.  Last Thursday (the day I booked the restaurant) I walked to the gym in a bit of a grump and I did a hard workout.  When I left the gym, I started to walk home and he pulled up in his car.  I got in and he drove me back to the flat.  When we got out to go in, he told me to close my eyes.  He opened the boot and presented me a bouquet of flowers.

Being in a relationship is hard work.  But if both people put the effort in, it's rewarding, happy lovely and amazing.  One sided relationships never work.  But I am lucky because this is definitely a 2 sided relationship.

So today I am having my Betty time. Smiling and thinking about my man.

So until next time, Ragers and Ragettes, keep your standards and chins high and your heels higher

Lots of love

The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

On Motherhood

Hey Ragers and Ragettes!  Fall is well and truly here.  The temperatures are dropping and all of my summer clothes are put away for next year along with my sandals, handbags and accessories.  It is depressing but I don’t have a problem with fall.

Today I am rocking a cream long, woolly jumper with skinny jeans and brown riding boots.  I have been eating better so my skin is looking healthy and blemish free and glowing!   Have also tried liquid liner. 

I am a Mac Make Up fiend and I usually buy Mac make up but I thought that I would try something cheap just to see if I like the concept and then if I like it I go for the Mac version.  I have saved a lot of money on trends by doing this.  (Yellow and orange eye shadow....no thank you!!!)   I used to wear liquid eyeliner a lot when I was younger and I loved it!  Then I got put into gel eyeliner which is ok.  But nothing bets classic kohl eyeliner, smudged just a little towards the ends.  Classic!!!

The liquid eye liner is ok.  I need more time to try it properly not a quick 2 minutes.  Putting liquid eye liner on is an art that needs to have the time dedicated to it. 

Anywho, I messaged Suzanne and she is doing the other great thing about fall.  Layering.  You don’t have to kiss goodbye to your sleeveless tops in fall!  Layering is fab!  I am all woolly because I am in a predominantly warehouse based environment with outside doors and windows are constantly left open but Suzanne is in an office and usually in an office its super cold in the morning and super hot in the afternoon!  So she got it right (like always) with clssic black trousers, an Aztec print (this is a great print and it’s very in season!) sleeveless blouse,  black ankle boots and a long black cardigan.  Layering is what is great about fall.  You can also go from day at the office to after work drinks so quickly!

Anywho, I digress.

Motherhood.  At the end of this month I am celebrating a year closer to being on the wrong side of 35.  And one would think that I would be getting broody.   The funny thing is that I am not feeling that.

As you know, I recently bought 2 cute little guinea pigs.  They have brought me so much joy and happiness.  Their sweet little eyes light up when I walk into the flat.  When I pet them and they nuzzle my neck, it’s a lovely feeling. 

I had a chance to be a mother 10 years ago but it wasn’t meant to be.  It really affected my life in a major way.  At one point I would look at a toddler and just burst into tears.  It hurt.  I went to counselling. There were a lot of tears and a lot of pain that came out of those sessions.  My therapist was sweet and caring.  She would give me hugs when I would break down.  She was easy to talk to and I exorcised a lot of demons with her arond this issue.  The guilt, the pain, the sadness and feeling of loss.

But through her help, I know now that the time wasn’t right and that I was not ready.  I mean, I was out drinking most nights, I was in a bad relationship and the baby’s father was a total ass.  Yes, if I had the baby then I would probably be dead.  I know I wasn’t strong enough.

In the 10 subsequent years, there have been times where I have wanted a baby.  But then I will go to a shop and see a snotty nosed 5 year old scream and throw a temper tantrum as the poor dishevelled mum looks like she needs a xanax and whiskey cocktail and then my uterus jumps out of my body and throws itself in front of a train!!!

I know that a baby is hard work.  I don’t know how my parents coped with my sister and me.  My sister was a little diva and as I got older I became more of a little shit.  I put my parents through hell and back.  I probably aged my Mama at least 20 extra years.  Her eating issues got worse due to the constant stress and worry that I inflicted on her.

Now my parents and I get along so well.  But I will never forgive myself for the hell I put them through and one day I plan to make that right.

The thought of having the lovely, happy nuclear family is appealing at times.  You see families in park holding hands, eating dinner, laughing, and enjoying themselves.

But then cold hard reality sets in.  If I had a child, my shoe collection would stop.  My going out dresses would be replaced with tops with vomit and dribble on it.  Lay ins and good night sleeps?  Those are out the window!  Stretch marks, droopy breasts, constant bags under the eyes.... I don’t think that I want that right now.

Now, I am not against mothers or children.  In fact quite the opposite.  Anyone who beats or hurts a child (or animal) are scum.  And I have a direct debit with Childline for each month to donate to the good work that they do.  It’s important to take care of our children because today’s children are tomorrow’s adults.  These will be the doctors, the politicians, the teachers of tomorrow.

What I am against though are people with children who think that they are better than me.  One friend of mine on Facebook commented:  People without children shouldn’t complain that they can’t get to sleep.  Excuse me.  I pay taxes which pays for the school that your kid goes to.  My taxes also fund the child benefits that you receive.  Just because I made the decision that I want to use contraception and not have children at this point in time doesn’t make me a bad person.  It makes me a responsible person because I know that I am not ready for that commitment and that I cannot give a child what it needs. 

The other thing that pisses me off is when someone says, I am a mother so I know.....you know what?  How to change a nappy?  How to use a breast pump?  You know all the songs from kids TV programs?   You know what I know how to do?  I can negotiate with big suppliers .  I can pull over £50,000 back into businesses over 3 months.  I can stand on my own 2 feet  and be independent.   There is a great YouTube Clip of comedian Ed Byrne on this very subject.  It’s hilarious but it is true.  Choosing to not have a child doesn’t make me an incomplete woman or not a real woman (I am a real woman; I have a vagina!!!).  It makes me an independent woman.  A woman who knows what she wants.  A woman who doesn’t take crap from anyone else.  A woman who contributes to society.

What I am saying is that motherhood isn’t for me...at this moment in time.  I’ll stick with my little fluffy bundles of joy, I think  for the time being.   They bring me joy and i will continue to do what I do best....be fabulous!

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 xxxxxxxxxxxx

The Return of Hump and Dump and Missing the Wedding

Hey Ragers and Ragettes!  It's one of those Sundays.  I'm wearing a red velour tracksuit, my cozy booties, hair pulled back rocking fierce blue talons.  Yes, Betty Blue.

The past 48 hours were crazy.  And I mean crazy!!

I was supposed to go to a friend's house on Friday night but she didn't text me to confirm that it was still on. The guys that do our marketing at work are going through some turmoil.  There are 3 of them and one of them isn't really doing what they should be doing.  This guy screwed us over in regards to our company website.  So the loud one decided to all go for a drink to see how to proceed.

So I put on my black jumpsuit, a red skinny belt, red Iron Fist Peeptoe Shoes with black sequin skulls, red earrings and a red cocktail ring.  Oh and the red lippy!!!

So we went out to the pub and sat in the same seat where Simon and I had our first date 27 weeks ago.  Simon and I sat together, clicked glasses and kissed.  It was a lovely moment.  A moment I wanted to keep forever.

Then the 2 marketing lads came in.  We sat and discussed business.  They decided to kick the weak link out and just the 2 of them set up together.  We drank to that.

A message then popped up on my phone. It was Nick, aka Hump n Dump. "How r u hun? R u not out tonight x"

I told him that I was.  He said he was bored.

Then he messaged this:  Miss u hun I so regret being the cunt I was.  I almost fell off my chair!!!  He then went on to admit that he always fancied me.  That he still thinks of me.

As you can remember, Hump n Dump was called that for a reason.  It all started with one night.  When I was working for the corporate machine, I worked with him.  We'd always have banter and a laugh.  He had a lovely smile.  He'd make me smile.

We planned to go on a night out, a big group of us.  That was the night we first kissed.  I brought him back to mine.

We went to my bed and just kissed.  We held each other and spent the night listening to music and just kissing.  It was lovely. He was a great kisser.  I felt happy. Like really happy.

It wasn't awkward in work either.  We just went on as normal.

Then he came back to mine one night after work.  We ate pizza watched a film.  Then he got a call from his friend and he needed to go.

Before he left, we did it.  It was quick sloppy and not romantic.  He kissed me and said ""we'll do this properly another day"

Well, that day never came.  He humped me and dumped me.  I was heart broken, I mean really heart broken.  At work he avoided me.

He tried to make it up to me by sending me pathetic emails.  Now he has come back saying he was mistaken.

My Friday night went from being ok to me being upset.  Why?  Because I didn't get closure.  I moved on.  I moved out of Manchester.  I left that behind me.

Hump and Dump made me angry.  And I mean good and proper angry.  I got a bit drunk and when we got home, Simon looked at me and said, Betty you are gorgeous.  I smiled and kissed him.

I went to sleep feeling restless.

The next day I felt sick.  Like really sick.  And also it was Andrea's wedding.  And I wasn't going.  I got up and made my nail appointment I scheduled.  Decided on long blue talons.  I tried a new beauty therapist.  She was ok and she decided to bring her hyper active 5 year old boy to work with her.  As I was a bit hungover, I was in no state to deal with a hyperactive 5 year old.  As soon as she finished I went to Starbucks, got Simon a coffee and made my way back.

I got in and woke Simon by putting one of the guinea pigs on his face.  He smiled at me and kissed me.  He drank his coffee and I read the paper.

I couldn't stop thinking about Hump and Dump and the Wedding.  I felt a tidal wave of rage.

I then burst into tears.  They were tears of anger, rage, upset.

How dare Hump n Dump fuck up the balance of my life!! And how dare Dan ruin my chance to see my friend's wedding!!!!  I cried.  And cried.  Then Simon came over and held me tightly. I just cried.  Couldn't stop.  I wanted to scream, find Dan and punch hi!  How dare he??  How fucking dare he go to my friend's wedding?  The manipulative socio-path!!!!!

Simon put his fingers through my crazy hair.  Hen kissed the top of my head.

I then thought. Would Hump n Dump have done that?  Would he have held me like this?  Let me cry it out?

When I finished crying, Simon dried my eyes.  We went food shopping and I did my best not to throw up.

I took a nap when we got home and when I woke up I felt better.  I knew that Hump n Dump wouldn't hold me when I cried.  He wouldn't try to take the pain away.  He'd cause more pain and more heartbreak.

So last night Simon and I made love and I went to sleep with a smile.

My life isn't perfect, not even close.  I have a small amount of demons to exorcise still.  It's been hard the last few months.  Adjusting to a new life. Trying to find my place in this life.  But the advantage I have is that I am not doing this alone.  I have a great man beside me at all times.  I have a few select friends that I keep close to me.  They are good people and I am blessed to have them.

So Ragers and Ragettes, I hope that made sense.  The last few days have been crazy but I am getting through.

So until next time, Ragers and Ragettes, keep your standards and heads heigh and your heels higher!

Lots of love

The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxxxxxxxx

You’re So Vain, You Probably Think This Post is About You

Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!  It’s cooler day today but still lovely.  I am rocking a pair of jeans, a cute purple, black and tan camisole with a black peplum blazer with black peeptoe stilettos.  Fabulous!!  I do like autumn but am missing summer.

Well, a few days ago I received a message from a guy who I used to date. 

Stan (name changed to protect the innocent!!) and I dated on and off for about a year.  It started well.  We had a great first date, fell into bed with each other and started on a tidal wave of romance. 

Sort of.

I was living with Andrea at the time and trying the dating thing.  Stan ticked all the boxes at the time.  He was cute, liked football, was a beer and burger sort of guy, a great kisser and had a huge cock.  I mean, massive!!!  It was great sex with Stan.

Then he started to develop some strange and irritating habits. 

I love the beautiful game and am a Liverpool supporter.  If we win, I am happy!  If we lose, oh well better luck next time.

For Stan it was more like a religion.  One day his beloved Manchester City lost, and I made a joke and he turned really arsey.  And I mean, proper arsey.  Like abusive language arsey.  I felt confused and upset.  He could jibe me about Liverpool losing and I would laugh and say we were shit.  (and at the time we were....I mean proper shit)

Another habit was twice as strange.  He would text me these sorts of questions:  What are your thoughts now?  Are you thinking of me?  What three things do you want for your future?  Do you think of me often?

Talk about intense!!  I was really sort of stuck. 

Then one day we were walking out of the flat so that I could take him home and my old neighbour, Laura, was going out for a run.  He looked at her very slender figure and said (after she left) damn...she’d be great in a threesome!!

Right, total creep!!!

I was relieved when he told me he didn’t want a relationship.  And thinking about it he was my age, living with his parents, working at a factory with no ambition.  I wrote that off as a bad experience.

Then a few months later (when I was dating a few guys at once – I liked to keep my options open, what can I say?  It wasn’t anything serious!!)  he got back in touch.  Oh Betty, I miss you.  God I made a mistake.  I told him that I wasn’t interested and he lost it.

Oh Betty, I miss you!  I need you!  Let’s start again, baby!!!  I agreed, reluctantly, to go out on a date with him.   He was all full of praise and we drank a bit more.  I stupidly had him back to mine again.  We started dating again.

Then one day he messaged me wanting a naked picture of me.  I said hell no!  Betty Rage doesn’t do that!!

He then got cold and frosty and I didn’t hear from him again.

Then I received a message from him the other day.   Hey Betty, I saw a program about your hometown and thought of you. 

What the?

So I played it cool.  Very cool.  I gave one word answers.  We were chatting and I mentioned that I started writing this blog (I didn’t tell him the name)  And then he said it.

Did you write about me?

Ok, Stan.  If you want me to write about you here we go.

You are a fuckwit.  You are still living with your parents.  You are negative, self deprecating, narcissistic and yes, I let you into my life.  And from that incident I learned a lot.

I learned that I can do better.  That a true gentleman (Simon) wouldn’t ask for naked pictures.   That yes, you may have a huge penis but what you have in penis size you lack in personality.

I am not usually this brutal but you mind fucked me pretty bad and the thing that pisses me off the most is that I let you.  I let you make me think that you were the best that I can do because men don’t like bigger girls.

So when I told Stan that me and my big half Italian ass have found a fabulous man, we live in a penthouse, I have a good job, things aren’t perfect but my man and I are very happy, thank you very much, all he did was leave me with a sad emoticon.

Pathetic.

So Ragers and Ragettes, that demon has been exorcised well and truly.

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

Lots of love

The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxxx

On a Major Dilemma

Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!!  I have been very busy the past few days, work related unfortunately, nothing exciting like going to fashion shows or hobnobbing with the Liverpool glitterati (one day, Ragers and Ragettes, one day!!!)  I have managed to grab some Betty Time so here I am in my yoga pants, sipping some water with lemon and lime in it watching Scott and Bailey.  (It's a guilty pleasure...a British updated version of Cagney and Lacey...love it!!)

A lot has been going on with work.  Simon's company has been going from strength to strength.  We have picked up some more potentially lucrative business and so I have been working flat out, more evenings and weekends.  But by doing this, working flat out, it's more money for the business and we can grow more.  It's good.  Tiring but rewarding and good!!!

But I do have a dilemma.

My old flatmate and neighbour Andrea is getting married next weekend.  I have mixed feelings about this.

Andrea, as you recall, is the loveliest, sweetest, most loving person that I have ever had the pleasure to know.  She is beautiful and very modest.  She doesn't think that she is anything special but she is.  And that is what makes her beautiful.

Anywho, I digress.

So she is marrying a total asshole.  He's an absolute gobshite.  He's a druggie, he lies, cheats and would rather play video games than make his fiancée a cup of tea or ask her about her day.  It's disgusting.  But that's not the dilemma.  I told her so many times that she can do better and that she is beautiful and that she doesn't have to do this.  She's made her bed and I will be there for her if/when it falls to pieces.

The dilemma, Ragers and Ragettes is this.  At this wedding will be....Dan.

As you remember some weeks ago, I cut my ties with Dan due to some behaviours that were creepy, unacceptable and down right bad.

So that means that I will be seeing him at my friend's wedding.

You see, Andrea also decided to be a bit awkward with the whole wedding thing.  The wedding ceremony starts at 4pm, that should take about an hour then after that is the meal and speeches until 8pm and then it's the proper reception.  Sounds great but......she is insistent that partners are not invited until after 8pm as she wants "close friends and family" at the actual ceremony and meal.  So no Simon until 8pm.  That means that I will have to be alone at this wedding and Dan will be there for 4 hours.  

Now Simon doesn't like Dan, at all.  And this whole situation is very awkward to him also.  Simon is being protective which is nice but it puts me in a situation.

What do I do? Do I skip the wedding for the sake of an awkward 4 hours?  Do I go and try to lay low?

I have a great dress picked out with fab shoes (of course!!!) and that opportunity I don't want to miss.  I love getting dressed to the nines.

Geezz, this is wrecking my head.  I just want to make everyone happy and that seems to be so difficult.

What do you do in this situation?

I don't know Ragers and Ragettes.  My brain is cooked.  I just feel a bit confused and upset that I am even letting one asshole make me feel like this.

Sigh.  I will figure something out.  I always do.

So Ragers and Ragettes, please enjoy your Sunday, I plan on doing the same!!

Lots of Love

The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

On Throwing a Hissy Fit

Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!  I know, it’s been a long time since I have blogged.  It’s been busy and crazy here. 

Today  I am still rocking Rock ‘n Rock Chic.  Vintage velour jacket, pink diamanté skull printed vest, statement long necklace, boot cut jeans and cowboy boots...don’t forget the red lippy!   Rita and I are going to the football tonight and I am excited!!!!

Well I have been successfully been on a diet, eating more sensibly and going to the gym.  I am noticing a difference.  My body is changing and I am feeling great.  There is a slight problem though.

I struggle to sleep on a Sunday and Monday night.  

Now I am a creature of habit.  I need to get a full night’s sleep in order to function.  Simon and I go to sleep each night at a reasonable time.  We have time for cuddles and sex and we are usually spooning and getting ready for sleep by 10pm.

Simon snores....loudly.  So loudly that I have to put earplugs in.  I found a set that works for me so that is ok.  But for some reason, I cannot sleep on a Sunday or Monday nights!  (if anyone has any suggestions on how to combat this, please let me know)

Well, Sunday night’s sleep was dreadful.  I pretty much woke up every hour which means that I was a zombie for the day.

When I don’t get a full night’s sleep, I am not a pleasant person to be around.  I just kept my head down and got my work done.

When Simon and I got home I started to cook dinner.   Was making spaghetti and meatballs.  Now Simon would have spaghetti, meatballs and cover it with cheese.  I had meatballs with roasted veggies.

Once dinner was made I served up and sat next to Simon.  I looked longingly like a kicked puppy at Simon’s meatballs, spaghetti and cheesy dinner.  I looked back at my plain healthy dinner and suddenly felt sad.  Simon looked at me and said, don’t complain!  You chose to eat like this!!!  Normally I wouldn’t let that bother me.  But last night....no.  I felt like a kicked puppy.  I ate my dinner in silence.  I stopped eating my veggies and just ate the meatballs.  I got up and threw the rest of veggies in the bin and put my plate in the dishwasher.  Simon finished his carb heaven dinner and I cuddled the big stuffed bunny on the settee.

Simon  looked at me cuddling the bunny looking pathetic.  He extended his arm for a cuddle.  I looked at him and sheepishly and said, the bunny understands me and my struggles.  I then moved into Simon’s arms.

We watched TV for a bit.  It was time for bed.  We went to say good night and cuddle the guinea pigs.  As I was holding one of them, I felt my eyes well up.  Oh God, I was starting to cry....my reason?  I couldn’t eat any spaghetti.  I hid my tears.

Simon got into the shower and I got into bed..  I started to message Suzanne and the tears came thick and fast.

I asked Suzanne what was happening.  She said, Betty, you’re having a hissy fit brought on by tiredness.

Me?  A hissy fit???  In work, yes I tend to get quite assertive but I didn’t think of myself as the type to have a temper tantrum!!!  After this realisation I started to cry even more!!!!

Simon got out of the shower and saw me crying.  He gave me a huge cuddle.  When I told him why I was crying he smiled, kissed me on the nose and said, you’re silly.  He hugged me close ad I felt better.

I have always been the calm type outside of work.  My older sister was the type that would throw a proper temper tantrum if she didn’t get her way.  I would usually accept it, put my head down and get on with it.  Bottle it up.  The last time I had a full blown hissy fit was about a year ago in my car in front of Suzanne!!!

Couldn’t help but think about Elena.  Did she get hissy fits?   I mean, she is so cool, calm, poised and has a demeanour of "your mortal games mean nothing to me *goddess eyebrow*".  She is the epitome of calm!!!!  Do goddesses get these feelings?

But secretly I liked having the hissy fit.  It felt good to lose control of my emotions and just let it flow.  I felt better.  And Simon telling me that it was going to be ok, that felt great!!

It’s good to have these sorts of releases, I think. 

I used to have a roommate that would get a full blown one that she would throw objects in a cloud of blind rage.  We couldn’t hang picture on the walls or have sharp or breakable objects in the room because when she would blow, it was violent.  She once threw one of my shoes at my other roommate and it hit me in the head.  Thank God I didn’t need stitches!!!

I guess that lack of sleep induced a hissy fit.  Last night’s sleep was a bit better but I am still flagging.  I guess that the point is that sleep can make you either have a great day, be reasonable, and calm or it can turn you into a sobbing, irrational shell of a woman!!!

Today I think that I am teetering on the cusp of both!!!  I should be ok.  At least I look fabulous!  That’s the main thing....

As Mama Rage said, Betty, if you don’t feel well, put your best outfit on your best shoes, do your hair and make up and smile.  You’ll trick yourself into feeling good.  Once again, she’s right!!

So until next time, get some sleep take care of yourself and if you feel a hissy fit coming on, let it flow!  Just don’t throw anything or hurt your loved ones!!!

Loves of Love

The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxxxxxxxxx

On the Fashion Show and When Betty Met Elena

Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!! What a fabulous and crazy few days!!!  Today I am rocking my favourite vintage jumpsuit and my Ted Baker glasses.  My hair is slicked back and tucked behind my ears with massive volume at the back thanks to my hero, dry shampoo!!

Well, the past few days have been a blur of excitement, craziness and fabulousness!! 

On Saturday I got my hair done and my hair dresser is such a perfectionist that I ended up missing my appointment at the beauty salon for my nails and eyelashes.  So I had a plan b.

I walked into St Helens town center and found a little nail bar that I was able to get my nails and eyelashes done for a good price, result!!!  I opted for a long set of red sparkly talons and stunning eyelash extensions.

Then came Sunday.

It started out bad because I received a message from Suzanne saying that she was off to A&E because she had an earache.  I was upset because I thought that she wasn’t going to make it.  But she was fine.

So I started getting ready.  I opted for a black jumpsuit with a gold belt, a black peplum jacket, gold accessories, black and gold envelope clutch  and some killer leopard print stilettos.  I slicked my red hair back, put my red lippy on and when I walked out of my room, Simon’s chin hit the floor.  I was smoking hot!!!

I went and got Suzanne and drove to the show with butterflies in my tummy.   

I felt like myself again.  Chic, classic with killer talons and red lippy.  I felt like I was invincible.  Plus I was meeting Elena for the first time.

We got to the event and I was nervously chattering away to Suzanne.  I was looking around for Elena  as we got into the queue.  The girls there looked interesting.  One girl was rocking very big hair, Suzanne and I had a giggle over it!!!

We finally started to move.  My tummy was doing flips.  We entered the gate and there was a red carpet!!!  I have always wanted to rock up a red carpet so I looked up, flashed a smile and I strutted up that red carpet like I owned it!!  There were a few people taking photos.  I felt a bit shy but ok.

I got my gold band that signified that I was a VIP and I looked around trying to find Elena in the VIP area.

And there she was.  She was rocking a fierce combination of a grey fuzzy cardi, a leopard print hlater neck blouse, black leggings and cowboy boots. 

I knew it was her because no one else was rocking cowboy boots!!!  She had guts, style and poise!  Suzanne nudged me to bring me back to life.

Elena came up to me and said, Betty?  It’s lovely to finally meet you.  I’m Elena.

She extended her hand and I said the first thing that popped into my hea, Handshakes, Elena?  Seriously?  I hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

There was something lovely and natural about Elena.  There was a quiet strength, her eyes were beautiful and clear blue.  She had a gorgeous smile defined by a gorgeous shade of red lippy (You know what I am like for my red lippy!!) and a warm hug.  I think I might have hugged her for too long.  I mean, it’s not every day that you get to meet someone you admire!!

 

I took my glass of champagne and we went to a table and started chatting.  I started chatting nervously about everything I could think of.  (It’s a nervous habit)

I then came out with a major facepalm moment...I said, this is the VIP area, Elena.  Why does everyone look miserable in it?

D’oh!!!

Why do I always say the stupidest things around important people?????

To Be Continued.....