tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050999242906828482024-03-13T14:37:05.551+00:00When I grow up I'm going to be a pin up girl!Random musings of an Aussie lass stuck in Scotland,trying to shift 50kg/100lb and look 1950's Monroesque - pin up like FABULOUS before the big 3-0.Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger212125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-20300599105123832562013-01-13T10:39:00.007+00:002013-01-13T10:39:56.753+00:00<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I'm getting my groove back.<a href="http://msfrangipanipresents.blogspot.com.au/2013/01/new-years-revolutions.html" target="_blank">New post..............</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">xox</span>Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-7010502806365911512012-09-30T09:37:00.001+01:002012-09-30T09:37:24.112+01:00<br />
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xoxMiss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-71881955588082038842012-08-14T12:38:00.002+01:002012-08-14T12:38:23.099+01:00New blog for a new life............<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hello petals,</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well,after much deliberation,I've decided that I need a new home in cyberspace.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hope to see you over there.....</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">xox</span>Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-30773012107262037762012-06-16T12:23:00.001+01:002012-06-16T12:29:25.632+01:00Coming a full 360...........<br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hello Gorgeous Ones,</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I miss you all!!!!!!!!!!! I miss blogging! I'm snatching some time at my parents being totally anti-social to bring you a loong overdue blog post.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My life at the mo is divided into two halves - pre wedding and post wedding.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pre wedding is stress,nerves,being scared in a totally good way,budgeting,money,money,money! etc. </span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Post wedding is finally getting Internet sorted and an Ipad - I've been converted and settling into married life! EEK! </span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I never ever thought of myself as the marrying type,I'm still a little unsure about the whole white dress and fancy schmancy do,but it's all done and booked now.And besides,Mama Frangipani would never speak to me again if I did things totally MY way.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">However,it's still going to be a very Scottish,very <strike>me</strike>......uh,I mean US ceremony.Very chaotic,DIY,kitsch and mismatched.That's all I'll say for the moment as I promise I will spam you with pics :D</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As for this blog......well wow,it has totally come full circle.I am finally at the point where I am comfortable in my own skin and totally rocking it with fashion.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I mean,I've never been your typical fat chick hiding in black clothes,but now I am wearing things I would have shied away from as a fat chick.And it feels fucking good to not hate my body anymore!!!!!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't know if it's moving back to Australia,being in my 30's,getting married,staying away from fashion magazines,<em>finally</em> having a job I actually really enjoy or what,but I have never felt happier with myself and <em>mentally</em> healthier.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am sticking 2 fingers up to society and wearing purple skinny jeans with leopard print jumpers.Gorgeously kitschy,tropical and bright 50's dresses.Snakeskin print leggings channelling my inner 80's cock rocker.Haha! I've gone back to red hair and red lips.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Don't get me wrong,I know I have to lose <em>some </em>weight for my health,but I am LOVING my body at every stage.I am walking at 5am because I <em>enjoy </em>it and it makes me feel pumped for the day,not because I ate 3 Tim Tams the night before.I am doing Zumba twice a week because I have so much damn fun,not because it will burn X amount of calories.I go by <em>myself </em>because I no longer feel self conscious as the token fat chick at an exercise class.I now dress for my body NOW as opposed to buying stuff 5 sizes too small for when I eventually will fit into it</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am balancing food portions and the right types of things to eat,but I am also having cake and carbs and chocolate when I want - just not the whole block!</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am focusing more on being healthy and not on the scale and what society deems acceptable for me.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am comfortable with the word FAT.No more curvy,voluptuous,buxom etc. etc. I am FAT and fucking fabulous!!!!! My fatness does not impede on my worth as a human being or my attractiveness.I am just as beautiful as anyone out there,and if and when I do lose weight I will still be beautiful.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You make think I'm deluded,you may think I'm an ugly fattie,but do you know what? I don't care what people think anymore.I feel sooooooo much better within myself now that my life isn't ruled by weight loss,a roller coastering self esteem and being too shy to get up and dance in case people laugh at the fat girl.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I do hope all of you will stick with this blog as it will progress more to fashion,OOTD,Make up etc. as well as more recipes - healthy and decadent, and general life in Australia.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But there <em>will </em>still be the health and weight loss updates,it's just that this blog is not going to be <em>ruled </em>by it anymore :D xoxoxox</span>Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-8362924357452154722012-05-21T09:06:00.003+01:002012-05-21T09:06:42.981+01:00<br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I know,I know.I've been a totally shite blogger but there's just soooooo much happening and we have no internet yet.I'm working 6 days a week as the Scotsman's quest for work has been a little slow.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Things are falling into place or us,albeit a lot slower than we thought.But the main thing is we are in Sydney,we have each other,our own little place and we are getting married in 10 weeks! EEK! </span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I seriously miss blogging and venting to all of you and to hear how you are all doing.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Oh,and I've been walking at 5am,5 days a week and doing Zumba without gving anyone an accidental black eye! haha! There is even a girl far more un-coordinated than ME!</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Anyways,I am still around and itching to blog,but alas it will have to wait.I'm on twitter @msfrangipani if anyone wants to keep up with my incessant rambles.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Miss you all.xoxoxox</span>Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-825133084537198952012-02-27T09:31:00.010+00:002012-03-01T06:27:55.682+00:00This will blow your mind......or maybe just mine....and Timmo Young's.<div>
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<span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: arial;">Those of you not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">acquainted</span> with the Aussie delight that is the </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tim_Tam"><span style="color: #cc66cc; font-family: arial;">Tim Tam</span></a><span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: arial;">, let me enlighten you and blow your freaking mind!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: arial;">Those in the UK,during my near 7.5 years in the UK,I was told that the 'Penguin' was a very close substitute.It is not.It is like drinking Passion Pop after being introduced to the delights of Champagne.Having stewing steak after trying <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Wagyu</span> beef......I've actually never tried <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Wagyu</span> beef yet,but I'm told it's a comparison.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: arial;">The Tim Tam has cult status in Australia.It may sound simple.2 choc <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">biccies</span>,think like a bourbon cream cookie component.BTW why are they called Bourbon creams? I sense no <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">alcomohol</span>? Anyways,2 of those cookies sandwiched with a chocolate cream and then dipped in chocolate.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: arial;">Simple yeah? Au <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">contraire</span>.These little delights are simply O-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">gasmic</span>.Even better when you do a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">TIm</span> Tam slam,where the opposing corners are bitten off and coffee or hot chocolate are sucked through leaving a gooey,<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">chocolatey</span>,heavenly mess.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: arial;">When I left Sydney we were getting our minds around the DOUBLE COATED TIM TAM.It came out apparently,due to consumers requests for thicker chocolate for a Tim Tam slam.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: arial;">Then,I went to the supermarket for some a bits and bobs and what I saw blew.my.freaking.mind!!!!!</span></div>
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</div>Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-70703241107407662492012-02-25T02:41:00.003+00:002012-02-25T03:00:18.313+00:00Sydney!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;">Hello sweethearts! </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;">I am now (FINALLY) writing this from Sunny SYDNEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SQUEEEEEEE!!!! Those of you following me on twitter @msfrangipani will know all the ins and outs of the last few months,those of you that don't do twitter,well sheesh,where do I start?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;">Firstly I must apologise to my twitter followers.It's been a total roller coaster thanks to the in laws.I <em>thought</em> I was really lucky and blessed to have great in-laws.Turns out I was soooooooo wrong.Now,if someone hurts me I become a fierce beeatch (not the glamorous fierce,the vicious kind) but if someone hurts my loved ones,<em>especially</em> my Scotsman or my wee sister I become a fcuking vengeful FIEND!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;">So,sorry if my tweets have been a little bitchy.Social networks turn me into a passive-agressive beeatch,and well it's fun to taunt stoopid people,esp if they are shit stirring,mixing little beeatches who follow me on twitter.ha!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;">It's a long winded story,but let's just say some people have nothing better to do with their time as they are lazy a*holes who can't be bothered to get off their arse at the age of 22 and find a job,hence they feel the need to mix and stir with other people's live and emotions.And it is true,there is ALWAYS a good twin and an evil twin!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;">The Scotsman's family made our last 2 weeks in Scotland the worst when they should have been the happiest.We both cried veritable oceans,and it all came to a head on his VERY LAST NIGHT when his own <em>twin sister </em>waited till his last few hours to tell him she wasn't coming to our wedding.He begged and pleaded and still she wouldn't budge.I think there's a lot of jealousy coming from his sisters and niece,but c'mon,that's your ONLY brother and uncle?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;">So we spent 48 hours (that's another story) with all this negativity and general crap going through our heads.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;">I'm really trying to work on just cutting them out of my life and my head but I just can't forgive the hurt they've inflicted on my Scotsman.Now I know I'm biased,but he is honestly the sweetest thing ever.He doesn't have it in him to ever hurt anyone and is too nice for his own damn good sometimes.Maybe that's why his twin is such a beeatch.MIAOW! </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;">Right,I must stop that.Any tips on getting over angry vengeful thoughts please let me know!It's really not me and I hate that they are able to get me so angry and bitchy.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;">We have now been here 2 weeks and it's been absolute bliss.We've spent nearly every day at the beach.I've probably walked,swam and generally been active more in the last 2 weeks than I have the last 7 years!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;">We've hardly drank and are eating so uber healthy it's ridiculous.Fingers crossed it keeps up,but this hot weather certainly helps.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;">Anyways sweets,I just wanted to keep you all updated and let you know I haven't forgotten about this wee corner or the getting healthy issue.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;">I will be regularly updating this and will post up some photos soon.Till next time.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;">xoxoxoxox</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"> </span></div><div> </div>Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-75423435253791907112012-01-02T13:53:00.001+00:002012-01-02T14:09:31.188+00:00Aloha petals!<br />
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I hope everyone hade a very merry Chrimbo and a debaucherous New Year.<br />
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To be completely honest,I'm glad all the festivities are OVAH.I love Xmas and the thought of a new year,but Dec has just been a total whirlwind,what with getting the visa,organising flights,getting the word out back home,starting to pack up the last 7 years of my life and figuring out how to ship the remnants.<br />
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Plus there's the emotional whirlwind that goes with such a big move + Christmas.<br />
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My 7 years in Glasgow have been a total rollercoaster.I've found it REALLY hard to make friends,a problem I've not had before.I like to think I'm a pretty easygoing,fun person and take pride in being a fantastic friend.The type you can call at 2 in the morning with a crisis (that's the MsFrangipani test of a good friendship).<br />
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A lot of my friends were therefore fellow transient travellers/gap yearers and I'm the last standing in Glasgow.<br />
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Glasgow itself is a very hard city to get ingratiated to.It can be a horribly racist,ignorant place full of junkies and beggars.Drab and grey,hopeless sometimes even,and when you live in a place affectionately known as 'Govanhell' well,you get the picture.<br />
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On the other hand,as much as Glasgow has it's problems,it will always be my second home and I like to think of myself as an honorary Scot or 'Ozwegian' as my in laws have christened me.(I could proudly tick that I can speak and understand Scottish on the Scotland census) I've got a lot of brilliant memories and experiences here and will certainly miss the fact that you can be sitting at a bus stop and within 5 mins get the entire life story of the stranger next to you.<br />
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And as for Scotland herself,well she's just the most stunning country I've ever had the pleasure of travelling about.<br />
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However,I of course can not wait to come home.7 yrs and 7 months is a long time.<br />
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I feel like the last 7 years have been in limbo,and now the Scotsman and I can finally get settled down and start planting roots.<br />
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So,bring on 2012.I know it's probably going to be an emotional rollercoaster but a fun,mostly happy one at that.<br />
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Best wishes for 2012.xoxMiss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-51021046571378707042011-12-17T19:39:00.001+00:002011-12-17T19:39:32.381+00:00FAB News!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am still laptop-less,have indulged wayyyyyyyy too much over the festive season thus far,but I finally have some GOOD,albeit non weight related news to share.......<br /><br />THE SCOTSMAN GOT HIS AUSTRALIAN VISA!!!!!!!!!!!!! <br /><br />After all the stress,tears,angst,empty pockets and emotional binges we are finally on track to be going back to Sydney :)))))))))) <br /><br />BEST Xmas pressie EVER!!!!!!!!<br /><br />So,I handed in my 4 week notice yesterday and we are looking at going home the first week of Feb,2012.<br /><br />I can not tell you how unbelievably happy I am,the smile hasn't left my face and I have been on an absolute euphoric natural high since Weds.<br /><br />Plus I haven't slept much at all in the last few days due to excitement.<br /><br />As for the weight,I have a feeling it will slowly be falling off now........<br /><br />Xox<br /><br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-71259424630253632152011-11-21T09:39:00.001+00:002011-11-21T09:39:42.233+00:00Computers hate me part deuxAloha petals!<br /><br />I have the blue screen of death again so blog posts will be short and sweet till pay day,when I can visit the laptop fix it man.<br /><br />I have sooooo much to blog about but it will haveto wait till tomorrow.<br /><br />Xox <br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-32877257047411304802011-11-07T12:56:00.002+00:002011-11-07T13:20:47.810+00:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Saturday was our 5 year anniversary and the Scotsman was working 8:00 - 22:00,so we were meant to celebrate yesterday.Turned out to be a pretty fucking shit anniversary.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >We should be at our happiest at the moment,making our Aussie plans and getting excited about going away and starting our new life together as husband and wife.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Instead the Scotsman is stressed out to the max and upset and in tears.Now,I have to tell you something......SCOTTISH MEN DO NOT CRY! 7 years I've known this man and I've only seen him cry twice.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >It's his fcuking family,primarily his mother.Now,I'm not a mother,but I assumed that being a mother would entail supporting your children no matter what.Loving them no matter what.Supporting their dreams and encouraging them.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Not his mother.There's been a few hurtful,nasty comments made in the past few weeks as we have progressively got closer to the final stages of the visa.His mother is now ill with shingles,and in quite a bad way (nothing life threatening though) and my poor Weegie boy is blaming himself..........as she told him 'It's a stress related illness'.I.e. It's all your fault because you're going away.And that was one of the tamer things she said!<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He can't come home and get excited and tell her how things are going as she just throws it in his face and makes negative,hurtful comments.I'm not a violent woman but if I had been there I would've slapped her one! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >The most hurtful thing is,it's all coming out now.Nothings ever been said before.I understand they've had 7 years to get used to the idea,and probably thought we would never actually do it,but FFS,that's your son/brother.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I tried to be supportive,I tried to listen and cuddle him and empathise but after a few hours I lost patience.Family shouldn't make you feel like this.It's NOT his fault his mother is ill.Family should be supportive of of another,not make you feel like shit because you're following your dreams.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >My family were so different.They positively encouraged my sister and I to travel the world and expand our horizons.Every time I went off travelling they were always full of support and happy for what adventures lay ahead.They didn't burst into tears at the thought of their daughters backpacking to the other side of the world,by themselves!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >When I left on my Australia-Scotland overland adventure,they threw a big party for me and everyone made a wee good luck,happy speech for me.In fact,I didn't find out my mother's apprehensions about me backpacking across Russia until<i> after </i>the deed was done and I was safe in Glasgow.And there was absolutely <i>no tears</i> from anyone until the airport departure.FFS,my parents have <i>both </i>their daughters on the other side of the world!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I know that we come from completely different families,my Dad left Germany when he was 21 and my Mama left her island when she was about the same age.They met met in Bali and travelled about the world working until they settled in Oz and fell in love with Sydney.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >My Scotsman's family have never left the UK,except for his sister and his niece and they only go to Tenerife or Benidorm.When in Glasgow they barely go beyond their East End bubble.It's such an alien way of life for me,but they seem happy,I just wish they would in turn be happy for the Scotsman and not make it so hard for him to go. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><br /></div></div>Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-80188033245923672262011-11-03T21:42:00.003+00:002011-11-03T21:44:35.973+00:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" >LAST PIECE OF DOCUMENTATION FOR THE SCOTSMAN'S VISA HAS ARRIVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Just a waiting game now.Happy,happy days :D :D :D :D </b></span></div>Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-89197812479083358732011-10-30T21:11:00.004+00:002011-10-30T21:24:50.882+00:00Shhhhhh,don't tell the Scotsman..............<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" >But today was <a href="http://www.facebook.com/afternoontwee">Afternoon Twee</a>.It's a monthly Vintage fair just on the other side of the park from me,i.e. the posh part.<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I'm really trying to be good and not spend too much money,as our move to Oz will hopefully be happening in the near future but I couldn't resist these finds.................</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RyUUvTqqmCk/Tq2-haGk_tI/AAAAAAAAArE/u0A7wOI9c2w/s400/afternoontwee%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669396987081195218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Tropical pin up girls,BELA LUGOSI Dracula and macarons courtesy of wee sister.</span></div><div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Then I spied the most awesome vintage bag EVER.....................</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZMl9FTBkSM/Tq2_Hq1WCyI/AAAAAAAAArQ/UhIktFIDkHs/s400/afternoontwee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669397644407343906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OMTMqgVrmQI/Tq2_WVKzAMI/AAAAAAAAArc/iIz9doO7B50/s400/afternoontwee%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669397896289779906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I wanted it as soon as I saw this but my sister convinced me to take a walkabout before deciding,as I NEVER wear beige or neutral colours.So sadly I left it and another women went straight over with her friend to check it out.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Whilst walking about all I could rave on about was that bag and how brilliantly it would go with the ample leopard print in my closet.Soooo,wee sister convinced off we went to see if it was still there.And would you believe after purchasing it,that woman that was looking at it after me came back to buy it?!?!?!? PHEW! </span></div><div><br /></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I know it has a few marks on the front but it is so utterly divine I have been smiling all day.Over a freaking bag! Le sigh.</span></div>Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-65670397300544504842011-10-29T21:31:00.004+01:002011-10-29T21:55:13.264+01:00Let's stop this damn nonsense!<div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" >You all know I am a hard rocking chick from way back when.I detest the X Factor and everything is stands for and what it's doing to the music industry.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I do,however find myself sucked into watching it week in and week out and even,God forbid,tweeting about it! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >This week especially I just can not shut y mouth about it.We've all seen the incredibly cruel comments dished out on this here web thingy,primarily aimed at the women and their physical appearances.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sami - fat,lesbian.Cue the jokes about food,weight and wanting to sleep with all the female contestants.Jokes that a 5 year old would come up with.So Sami is FAT and GAY.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >SO.FCUKING.WHAT?!?!?!?!? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Does Craig get the same treatment?????? He's slightly overweight.NO! Is it because he's a guy?!?!?!?!? I don't know for sure.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Then of course there's that poor wee lassie from Little Mix.OK,she isn't conventionally beautiful.She's kinda quirky looking but I think she's really cute.But there have been INCREDIBLY cruel comments comparing her to a slovenly,South American animal,jibes about her weight etc.This girl is by no means over weight.And she is just that,a GIRL.Whatever your thoughts are about X Factor can we justify publicly villifying a wee lassie all over the internet for daring to chase her dream?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >It was heartbreaking to see her crying her eyes out on X Factor this week and then still seeing the vicious taunts on Twitter in reply to her wee segway.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >C'mon guys,we need to be building each other up,not tearing each other down.I admit I love a wee gossip as much as the next girl and I love having a wee bitch session with my friends but we never venture into such cruel territory as someones appearance.Dress sense maybe,but not their physicality,as in their actual face,beauty and looks.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >We are also,however very complimentary to each other and strangers about their nice shoes,dress,jewellery etc. I'm very lucky that my small group of girlie friends are wonderfully supportive and complimentary.We build each other up,we don't tear each other down.My girlfriends and I are very outgoing and think nothing of complimenting a stranger.Some may run away thinking we've escaped from Carstairs,but for me,it makes my day when a stranger compliments me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >So today I am making a vow to the blogging world that I will try my utmost to stop bitching and tearing down my fellow females (and males),and do my utmost to compliment my friends and strangers.I will do my utmost to stop judging a woman on the way she presents herself to the world and try and do my wee bit to build each other up.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-63890524215326784192011-10-19T17:16:00.002+01:002011-10-19T17:25:51.761+01:00FAIL!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I totally failed and slept in last Friday and missed my WW meeting</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >This week however,I finish a sleepover at 8am,literally 5 mins away from my meeting.So I will hang about at a cafe with a good book and nursing a strong coffee till th</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >e damn meeting opens!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I am so glad to see <a href="http://fat4now.blogspot.com/2011/10/wiping-slate-clean.html">Paul</a> back on the scene,and I know this is slightly sadistic of me,but I am so glad to see I'm not the only one who has fallen off the wagon,BUT I am so pleased to see that so many of us keep on climbing up that wagon until we finally succeed.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >And please remember.........</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6cAIen9DBQ/Tp758KnEfAI/AAAAAAAAAq4/1ApX1rawY4E/s400/moreimportant.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665240193314356226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Onwards and upwards!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >xox</span></div>Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-22766606794327972092011-10-13T18:52:00.004+01:002011-10-13T19:21:37.414+01:00Devil vs Devil<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Thanks for all the twitter,facebook and blog loving guys..........especially to my last picture post.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I don't know where that quote came from but I fucking love it! I will not even disguise my use of profanities because it's that ridiculously awesome that the gratuitous use of profanities is needed.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Now,I've written and re-written a post along thee lines about a million times now.Forgive me if it's a bit disjointed.For some time the total feminist,anti-body fascist,pro body acceptance in me has been totally battling the vanity in me that wants to be slimmer.I'm totally cool with the health reasons for it,it's just the vanity of it.The want to (sort of) give in to societies dictations of what's beautiful and 'normal' and what the shops dictate to be an acceptable size.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I've said before,I have never been skinny,size 14 is maybe the slimmest I was once I hit my teens but I was fit and healthy and active.I never really suffered from low self esteem,ironically I've become more self conscious in the last few years or so,but then I have been at my biggest these last few years.Plus the fact that Glasgow has to be the eating disorder/superficial/ competitive women capital of the WORLD.........outside LA,maybe ;P</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://whenigrowupimgoingtobeapinupgirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/glasgow-girls.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Here's a wee story for you......................</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; "></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Some days I feel fcuking AMAZING and gorgeous and it must show as I still get compliments from both strangers and friends,men and women,despite my ample proportions.Other days I feel like a totally unattractive lump of lard and just don't take pride in my appearance.Then I get pissed off at myself for falling into the trap of believing that I am somehow less beautiful, amazing,worthy or plain FABULOUS because I am fat.I am really trying to work on my mindset in terms of self worth as well as changing eating habits.</span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center; "></div><div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><div style="text-align: center; "><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I hold myself back from so many things because I think 'I need to be slimmer to do that'.For example,I really want to do a Burlesque class.But I keep thinking,when I lose some weight I'll enrol.Why the fuck should I wait?!?!?!?! Why am I listening to society's voice inside my head telling me that it wouldn't be socially acceptable,offensive even to shake my jelly in a Burlesque class?</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center; "><div><div style="text-align: center; "><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div></div></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I buy gorgeous vintage style dresses in size 14 or 16 for when I eventually lose weight and deem myself worthy of dressing the way I want instead of buying those dresses in my current size and dressing the way I want NOW.</span></div></div><div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I really need to stop this attitude and I really need to make peace with my anti body fascism vs. wanting to slim down self.I am slowly beginning to console the two.I know I need to get healthier,but I also know that my ideal body is a big F.U! to the face of fashion and society.</span></div><div></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I have no problem with girls that want<i> this </i>body,as long as it's REALLY what you want and not what you THINK you should be..............</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center; "><div><div style="text-align: center; "><div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center; "><div><div style="text-align: center; "><div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center; "><div><div style="text-align: center; "><div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center; "><div><div style="text-align: center; "><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div></div></div></div></div></div><div></div></div></div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGpOoWUPl7M/TpcA_F4M8cI/AAAAAAAAApY/X7Q-IvmA5iE/s400/abs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662996140351353282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 400px; " /><div></div><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-veffsP9gEls/TpcBFWHHdZI/AAAAAAAAApk/wkpWJDDGAaE/s400/musclyarms.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662996247788090770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div><div><div><div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_xdQq1Y5JN8/TpcBKg-Rx9I/AAAAAAAAApw/QsTDJYFpgno/s400/badmessage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662996336603154386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 400px; " /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >BTW,I'm not sure how I feel about the message in this photo.</span></div></div></div></div></div></div><div><div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >But my ideal is this...................................</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jql-gvVO4JA/TpcFtMlYBkI/AAAAAAAAAqs/mI0WCMTkgNc/s400/beautiful.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663001330471929410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 385px; " /></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9SKU0GbZAQ/TpcECbtvCHI/AAAAAAAAAqI/gk0fhbemd00/s400/beautiful2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662999496287520882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /><div><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g2VDB5DAtV8/TpcENQI3tyI/AAAAAAAAAqg/zJUFXvR63g8/s400/beautiful4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662999682158671650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></div><div></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qWVGe5Qj34/TpcEIJg-tJI/AAAAAAAAAqU/iwp2iDrN8p8/s400/beautiful3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662999594481398930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px; " /></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I know for a fact a girl can be curvaceous and fit at the same time.Been there,done that.I LOVE having boobs and a bum,but how do I tell a Weight Watchers leader that?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Yes,tomorrow I am biting the bullet and joining a meeting,but I know my goal shape is going to be <i>at least </i>a good few stone over the WW/BMI index ideal weight.DO I just go in and continue on till I get to the shape I want? Or will that be soul destroying as I will be 1-2 stone from goal??? My ideal weight for my height of 5'6 is 55kg-69kg/8.5st-11st,by the way.My shape at a size 14 was about 12 st.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >So,onto you readers,particularly you feminists out there.How do you console the body acceptance with the vanity of losing weight (disregarding the health side,as we know that's a MUST)? Do you let your weight hold you back or do you go f*ck it and do it anyways? This goes for the guys too! Is your goal weight what your WW/SW goal is?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >xox Steph</span></div><div></div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-32603474886508245472011-10-13T17:06:00.000+01:002011-10-13T17:02:39.847+01:00Glasgow Girls<div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I work with a few challenging kids that are 2:1.My fellow colleagues are usually girls much younger than me - 21,22 years old.I would HATE to be a young lady in Glasgow.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Growing up in Sydney,we young ladies preferred the fresh faced,natural look.Full faced make up was reserved for weekends only.Night time at that.Fake tan was/is non existent.You hardly see a sun bed/tanning salon anywhere and ladies seem to be less hard on themselves and their bodies and less damn competitive.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Don't get me wrong,stroll down Bondi Beach and you will be reaching for the bottle of anti-depressants.Trimmed,taut,muscly bodies.The women have AB's ffs.But Bondi is it's own little world up it's own arse.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Anyways,the other day myself,and a few of my colleagues were meeting up with our respective kids we support.Now it was 10am on a Saturday morning,so none of us had had breakfast.The 3 young ones were going out into town that night,<i>so none of them had breakfast.</i>Or any other meals for the <i>rest of the day.</i></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >The reason?So they wouldn't have a bloated stomach that night.This was 10am.They weren't going out till 9pm.Then there was the spray tans,fake nails,hair straightened,make up troweled on etc. all organised and planned ahead with military precision.Does no girl do natural in this town?????????</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Think TOWIE times 20!!!!!!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Then when we went our separate ways,one of the girls was stressing out because there was another girl coming who was 'pure gorgeous'.In other words,she was worried she would be out shined by the other girls.The solution was to bare as much flesh as possible with the most amount of make up possible.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Why do young ladies in Glasgow feel the need to compete with each other and be so harsh on their bodies? Do they not realise that the men they are after don't care about the tiny bit of tummy or that little bit of cellulite? Do they not realise that a (decent) man cares more about their gorgeous smile and their lovely personality than their tan or lack of and their shovelled on war paint? Whatever happened to having a fun girls night out with your friends,rather than the whole aim being to get a man at the end of the night? When will girls of Glasgow realise they don't need to freeze their little arses off in the teeny,tiniest of outfits in order to out 'shine' the other girls out there and snag themselves a man????</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I love my make up as much as the next girl,but for me less is more.Sheer mineral make up as close to my natural skin colour as possible.It makes me so sad for my lovely,gorgeous,younger friends,that they feel their worth is only determined by how short their skirt is and how pretty they look.</span></div>Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-10313985941748736932011-10-12T15:49:00.002+01:002011-10-12T17:30:34.670+01:00HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2rZH1MQqXQQ/TpWpjrQADzI/AAAAAAAAApM/yyWy70nCxM4/s1600/fatbeautiful.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2rZH1MQqXQQ/TpWpjrQADzI/AAAAAAAAApM/yyWy70nCxM4/s400/fatbeautiful.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662618536858619698" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Trying to maintain a healthy self esteem and emotions whilst getting healthy,physically.</div>Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-85241080127108662422011-10-05T16:32:00.003+01:002011-10-05T16:53:44.688+01:00Onwards and upwards........<div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div>Hello Lovelies,</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I feel infinitely better after my last stressed post.I have actually managed to say 'NO' and stick to 2 days off each week this month!!!! Big achievement in this workaholic's life.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I have spent today's day off being leisurely and trying to learn how to crochet amigurumi.FAILED! Are there any crafters out there? How long did it take you to learn crochet beyond a single chain?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I did however successfully bake some choc raspberry cupcakes and some Earl Grey cupcakes.I've only ate one and the rest will be distributed amongst friends and collegues.It isn't even about the eating any more,I just like the zen and ritual of baking.I've ate uber healthy and pretty much vegan all day,though for dinner I'm trying out the sausage and chorizo casserole thing from the latest WW magazine.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >In another fail! I forgot to weigh myself today.I actually seriously forgot,not a bury my head in the sand kinda forgot.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I've learnt to stop reading the 'success' stories and simply go straight to the health tips and recipes.FFS,most of the success stories STARTED at a size 14 this issue!!!!!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Aaaannnnnnndddddd,THREE different people commented that I had lost weight this week.Don't know how the hell coz I've not been exercising or eating healthily so that was a nice surprise.Onwards and upwards from now on! :D </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div>Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-31692679853396592932011-10-02T19:44:00.004+01:002011-10-02T19:56:13.557+01:00Aussies still out drink Scots!!!!!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div>Ouch! Ma heed! </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I think I drank my body weight in spirits last night,celebrating my sister in laws b'day,much fun was had,much merriment was made.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I am very proud to say that despite the fact I am feeling wayyyyyyyyy seedy (someone told me that means something completely different here,I mean it in the 'bleauch,someone tranquilise me and wake me up when I feel normal again') I've been taking each meal as it comes and have been very sensible today........a little too much drink again,but that's what Sundays are for,right?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I even hauled my extremely hungover arse up and down my never ending stairs to face the general public at the supermarket to get veg and low fat humous for myself (something uber greasy and about 100pp for the Scotsman) so that I wouldn't give in to a take away.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Anyways,off to nurse ma poor heed and enjoy more precious time with my lovely Scotsman.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Have a happy Sunday :D</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >xox</span></div>Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-60096232354797194212011-09-29T20:57:00.005+01:002011-09-29T21:19:35.339+01:00Thank you to a reader<div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; " ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; " ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; " ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; " ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; " >I just want to start with a mega thanks to 'So fat 4 now' (sorry hon,I couldn't find your name on your blog) for this wonderful comment to my last whiny bitch ass post.....................</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(245, 228, 233); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(245, 228, 233); "><br /></span></div><b>Every day, every meal, every time I see a cookie, and every breath reminds me that this is the hardest thing I have ever done... 222 pounds gone, and not a day goes by where I do not feel fat, ugly, less than human and embarrassed that I am still fat. This is not easy, but it is simple. Not sure that helps..</b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(245, 228, 233); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; " >It helped me greatly and inspired me to stay on track during my 36 hour (!!!!!!) shift,which was massively stressful and where I never got even 5 mins headspace.I then came home to the shittiest rota ever,nearly had a nervous breakdown looking at the challenging behaviours I would be dealing with and still managed to not reach for chocolate or vodka or a smoke.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; " ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; " >Small victory but a victory nonetheless.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; " ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; " >So thank you So Fat 4 Now.Go check him out,he's brutally honest which I totally admire and need! And he's a Great Dane lover too which always puts someone in my good books :D </span></span></div>Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-48929480224825754522011-09-26T21:40:00.005+01:002011-09-27T22:19:02.797+01:00a ranty,disjointed post.........don't say I didn't warn ya.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCN1qWC7SWA/ToI8oN8xppI/AAAAAAAAApE/LOcA1qMkXd0/s1600/anti-stress-kit.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCN1qWC7SWA/ToI8oN8xppI/AAAAAAAAApE/LOcA1qMkXd0/s400/anti-stress-kit.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657150743567771282" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Why is it that once people lose a substantial amount of weight or reach goal they get all preachy and evangelical about it?I don't for one second believe that you can go from being a sugar obsessed binge eater to a quinoa-courgette pasta loving gym bunny easily.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I believe of course it CAN be done,just not that it's <i>that </i>easy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Just once I would love for someone to come out and say 'It's fcuking hard.I fight cravings for chocolate every day.I still want that cake and I want it now to feed the stress from work/life in general.The gym still sucks.I still need to drag my arse outta bed to exercise everyday and courgette spirals are no substitute for real,carby pasta,but it's what I have to do.Oh,and it took me 7 attempts to finally get me where I am today'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Or is it just me????????</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I am really struggling at the moment.Physically in terms of sticking to healthy eating and exercise and emotionally.Sometimes I feel like I'm constantly climbing up a mountain of fat and I'm just getting nowhere.Then I beat myself up for beating myself up.I just feel like how many fcuking times will I attempt this before I finally get to my goal????? It's not helped by the fact I work 2:1 with some kids,with skinny minnies much younger than me with borderline eating disorders/body dysmorphia.I would really hate to be a young woman in Glasgow nowadays.But that's a whole other blog post.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Then there's the visa.I managed to cut down to 130 hours at the beginning of the month,but I am now at over 210.I've just agreed to do a Weds 8am - Thurs 8pm sleepover shift.Mainly because this bloody visa is costing us an arm and a leg.On top of being the most expensive visa Australia has,we then had to fork out to go to Edinburgh (£30 before we even left the station!) and then an <i>extortionate</i> amount for the Scotsman's medicals,then we have to pay for his criminal record check and for a solicitor to certify his passport copies.All this to get my own fiance into my own country.And I'm so pissed off with myself,as when I read stories like <b><a href="http://www.heraldsun.com.au/news/failed-refugees-paid-to-find-jobs/story-e6frf7jo-1225950428089">this</a>,</b>it turns this soft hearted leftie into a slightly right leaning lass.I mean we are probably spending <i>more </i>than $AUD 4000 to get into my own country legally.Then I hate myself for feeling so bitter about a cause I once was so passionate about.ARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >And the wedding/handfasting.It seems to be slowly snowballing into something so far opposite to what the Scotsman and I want and morphing more and more into what my mum,sister and others want.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I've never been the marrying type.I can barely commit to something for more than 5 minutes,let alone 5 years,let alone a lifetime! I <i>adore</i> my gorgeous Scotsman,but I must admit there is a teeny tiny part of me that is secretly both excited and terrified at what the next year holds.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I mean,we are in a loving,monogamous,fun relationship,but not living together means we still maintain that level of independence.I can't wait to finally live with him but I do think it's going to be a huge culture shock - living with a partner,being married and coming back to Sydney after so long away from home.Plus the fact that we are literally polar opposites in every single way.Living together is going to be an interesting ride.............</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >So back to the point.I understand that being the total anti-marriage woman I was,my mum and sister and friends and family are naturally excited that they can help plan a wedding for me,but I just sometimes wish they would back.the.fcuk.off.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >We just want a simple ceremony on the beach,no big white dress,a BBQ in our back yard for our reception.All my ideas are getting vetoed.I feel like just giving up and eloping.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Then there's the question of children.Being 31 and 37,immigrating and marrying the big C word often comes up.We both don't want children,but sometimes it seems like I am committing a cardinal sin by actually articulating out loud the fact that I do not want kids and have never had that maternal feeling around babies.Which is strange as I love the kids I work with,the more challenging the more rewarding,I just don't want to come home to my own.The thought of falling pregnant is my worst nightmare.I respect all the mothers out there,call me anytime for babysitting duties,but it's just not for me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >So I'm just in a bit of a slump really..........visa,marriage pressures,children,uncertainty with work hours,flat sharing with 2 other people just makes me pissed off and reach for the chocolate.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Now I know people are experiencing bigger and badder issues out there and I'm a very lucky girl to have found my soul mate and be moving to Oz but I still can't help feeling like my heads about to burst.I feel most of the time like I'm being a selfish drama queen beeatch but it's where my heads at at the mo.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >So a new month begins,I am seriously going to try and stick with normal working hours and get myself back on the wagon for the millionth time.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Hope you're all doing well and thanks for listening if you got this far ;P xox</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-4878993016541568182011-09-19T17:24:00.003+01:002011-09-19T17:30:03.406+01:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div>Aloha petals!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I have soooooooooooooo much to blog about but so little time.I cut my days down to Mon,Tues,Fri and Sat,started the month off with 110 hours and now I am up to 200!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I have so many thoughts and news and adventures to ramble about but it will have to wait till I get a full day to myself to sit down and spew it all out........in the most elegant way possible of course.In the meantime if you are twitter inclined,you can follow my rambles on there</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://twitter.com/?lang=en&logged_out=1#!/MsFrangipani">msfrangipani</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Chat soon lovelies! xox</span></div>Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405099924290682848.post-88439753308672807262011-08-31T21:20:00.001+01:002011-08-31T21:20:49.738+01:00Eeeeeek!I am so excited,nervous,feel like spewing,butterflies in my tummy.<br /><br />We are awaiting the nightbus to London and the reality of everything is hitting me.I'm even TOO NERVOUS TO EAT which is unheard of in Frangipani world.<br /><br /> Off to London town!!!!! <br /><br />Xox <br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Miss Frangipanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15083430771621097840noreply@blogger.com1