Due to Facebook having silly rules about name changing AFTER you’ve over 100 likes I am having to set up a new facebook page. I thought it would be a good idea to include EVERYTHING (radio, coaching etc) I’m up to at the moment rather than just posts from this blog.
SO if you already like RachaelBlogs could you please like Rachael Phillips instead??
Thank you
xxx
image via weheartit.com
A great quote from Ernest Hemingway:
Before you talk, listen.
Before you react, think.
Before you spend, earn.
Before you criticise, wait.
Before you pray, forgive.
Before you quit, try.
I’ll tell you what, I’m going to say something a little controversial here but…I don’t like Paul McCartney. Actually, its worse than that…I can’t stand him. There are a myriad of reasons why I feel this way but this feeling was ramped up after I saw him perform in Cardiff back last year. I was given 2 free (important word there “free”) tickets to the Millennium Stadium gig and went along because the Manic Street Preachers were his support. Oh my god this concert went on for HOURS! I’ve never known an act manage to drag out a set of songs as long as McCartney, the routine of stopping after every song for him to bow and wave his arms around lapping up the applause probably aided that timing issue.
There are possibly two Paul McCartney (and the Beatles) songs that I can tolerate and he waited until the very end to perform them. So it’s a little strange I’m writing a post about the McCartney wedding, which took place yesterday in London.
Two things…
First up how did a man who dyes his hair that ridiculous colour (it can only be described as a conker/ginger/faux brown combo) and pulls the most ridiculous faces (and don’t get me started on that head bobbing thing) get a woman like Nancy?
Secondly, is she REALLY 51?? If so does anyone know her secret? I’m just over 20 years younger and I reckon I look more like a 51 year old than she does.
Now the big question for anyone as eternally nosy as I am, has to be what she wore for the reception. I’d like to think she went with a designer like Steffen Schraut and continued the simple yet extremely glamorous theme.
If I’m honest I’m a little in love with Nancy Shevell. Despite her being my new poster girl for eternal youth her low key wedding despite their combined fortunes is fantastic!! A dress designed by Stella McCartney, a reception at home, £26 champagne for guests and a registry office ceremony – sounds like my perfect wedding.
*image source Daily Mail
I maybe a bit of an Apple fan girl but I do think that Steve Jobs is a real inspiration. He stood for hard work, perseverance and innovation.
At a point in time where the main role models seem to be harvested from reality tv or a manufactured music industry it’s a real tragedy to lose such an inspirational and talented man at such a young age.
Here are some of my favorite Steve Jobs quotes, words which I think we can all take a little something from…
“Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.”
“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice.”
“Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.”
“Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me… Going to bed at night saying we’ve done something wonderful… that’s what matters to me.”
Steve Jobs 1955 – 2011
Image via BBC
This was posted on facebook by Delphine Fieberg and since I am in a diet and gym state of mind at the moment (post holiday dieting has to be the worst part of coming home) I had to share this with you…
Do you want to be a Whale or a Mermaid?
A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was “This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?”
The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way:
“Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with great tenderness.
They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral reefs of Polynesia.
They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defend and admires.
Mermaids do not exist.
But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish?
They would have no sex life and could not bear children.
Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad.
And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side?
Without a doubt, I’d rather be a whale.
At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends.
We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn’t enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies.
We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated.
Every time I see my curves in the mirror, I tell myself: “How amazing am I ?! ”
* Image of French Model Tara Flynn
I’m back!!! Miss me?
So something fabulous happened whilst I was away…my imaginary boyfriend Steve Jones (of American X-Factor Fame) finally found his way to twitter. Cue masses of tweet love notes winging their way right to Steve’s screen. I’ve already insisted he ditch Hollywood and get himself back to the Welsh Valleys? but he’s not replied (yet).
So what else has happened during my brief stint away??
I’ve not had chance to go through my photos just yet so I’ll make sure that I upload those asap…however, I’ve got loads of blog posts in the pipeline. Isn’t it funny how a week or two away gives you that extra push to get things done and gets those ideas flowing?? I’m going to have a few series of posts such as “notes from my sunlounger” and “reality checks” coming up which I’m so excited about!!
Also before I sign off to answer the huge amount of emails that have been building up in my inbox (and to of course write a post all about Sardinia) I just want to remind you that you have 31 days to get signed up to #nanowrimo. I had a great idea whilst I was away which I am desperate to get started on, so I’ll definitely be taking part in this years challenge. For more details have a peek at http://www.nanowrimo.org/ ALSO let me know if you’re doing it as I’d love to hear your progress and have some nanowrimo buddies!!
ps: If you are unaware of who Steve Jones is (not sure if you actually exist) then to save you from googling just see below! (< I know I’m totally selfless)
I suppose I can’t really complain to much about the end of summer after all in just a few weeks I’ll be lounging on a beach soaking up some Sardinian sun.
But this weeks weekend wander to Font y Gary, Vale of Glamorgan made it clear that it really is the end of summer. Here are some pictures I took on my iPhone…
Bring on layers and cwtchy coats and winter warmers…
Has anyone tried this?
I’ve been watching Fox News (don’t hate me, I like it, it makes me think I’m on holiday) and they had a little snippet of this ant-gravity yoga which to me looks like a lot of monkeying around with bedsheets suspended from the ceiling.
It’s a craze that is huge in New York (and if New Yorkers love it then…its got to be good right?).
I really fancy having a go, there is something very Cirque du Soleil about it all don’t you think?
