Pfft

Why pffft? Well I've been doing a lot of it this week..(yes yes I know...ranting again...ssh we're bonding right..now let me get on) Life is treating me a little shit of late (as it does everyone I know) I hate to moan but I always do on here, so I'm rolling with it. My old grandad used to say 'don't let the bastards grind you down' well ama trying grandad - lets rock!

I had a fabulous workshop tonight with a group of older ladies doing something with paint and rollers and stuff, I love my job; no day is ever the same..I'm surrounded by tossers who obviously can't do anything as good as me (their speaks a classic Leo) so I do it myself. That's the control freak in me which is why I'm very well suited to self-employment, because if something is shit or goes wrong only me to blame (something else I'm good at.)

Well as yet, this blog is shite.....sorry...yes I know..still ranting..I think I sound a little arsey, I'm not I think it maybe tiredness kicking in and also that my brain is filled with a zillion work things I have to do in a space of a few hours tomorrow when my monkey son is at school (so get to bed your dufus) Pfft...there I go again...yes I'm pffting but still smiling, so that's OK on the Lotty ricktor scale of life.

Its been a while since I blogged...a lot has happened and now its talking stock time, sitting back and taking it all in, processing it and figuring it out....still looking for a book on how 'to do' life on Amazon but its a no go...see you think they sell everything! Pfft.

No more 'pfft' this week, to much to look forward to and to get me motivated via work oh and family and friends that make me feel loved...I'm a lucky Artist this Charlotte loony lady and I'm glad things happen in my life that make me a better person, however much they make me pfft...got to love this short life we have we're lucky to be living and breathing it eh.

Night night, until next time xx *big Lotty hugs*

Humble

Humble; not proud or not believing that you are important

Strange, I never knew the actual dictionary definition of humble was that, when I first read it I thought that can’t be right, it sounds negative. Not to be proud – feeling proud makes you feel good and warm inside right? Not believing you are important – well that’s just being a plain silly Billy talk but I guess the explanation is inverted in itself if you look hard enough.

I feel very humble tonight for various reasons, I use it in the context that I’m very lucky to be living and breathing all the good and the bad things that drive along Lotty Road and knock on number 2 Lotty’s house. I’m a true believer in that there is always someone with much worse situations and bigger problems than your own; so even when there is a dip in the road of the life that is Lotty’s I always think’ for fuck sake pull your head out your artistic arse and get on with it’ It usually works, I have a busy but very cushy life compared to most. In my work I meet a lot of moaners and I’m like the big fuck off fire hose on their flames of complaining; the best thing to do to a moaner is to smile and say something positive, it floors them completely; you can see the complex puzzled look on their face – try it, its great.

I guess it’s my optimism in full force, sickening I know and don’t get me wrong I love a good moan myself…that’s what twitter’s for isn’t it? It really is the place I only ever really moan, I’m sickeningly bright and chirpy most the time; only when I’m in a certain mood and get quiet time to myself I start thinking too much and get melancholy. I guess that’s therapeutic in itself and everyone needs that.

I rarely get bored though, hardly ever; but strangely when the social worker asked me recently (adoption social worker, I’m not in care or anything) what my hobbies where, I had to make some up on the spot (I don’t think she believed me when I said Olympic high jumper, not with these short arse legs anyway) I guess my hobby is my work, I’m blessed that way. So what keeps me amused? That’s easy, myself and my mind, my thoughts, my take on my life, on this life, on this precious life we have. My thoughts usually take me around the world and back again and then they happily curl up under a duvet and rest for hopefully at least six hours. My thoughts as everyone’s I suppose are similar, some complex, some simple, certain things grab my mind and fiddle with the workings like a child that just has to touch things in a shop. People I meet, things I see, sometimes even something I see every day and I start thinking about how it got there and how long it’s been there and how long will it be there when I’m not – see shit like that, your catching my drift now and probably falling asleep. I don’t blame you I bore myself sometimes. Maybe that should be my new hobby, helping people to sleep by writing endless tosh about the workings of my mind; I’ll ring the social worker tomorrow and get her to add it to the list.

Until next time kids; thanks for reading, oi…fucking wake up!!