The Life and Times of Miss Carter

Kiss my Snowballs…

Ahhh snow! Pretty white dust coating our city and making up for the fact 2011 was more of a grey/drizzly Christmas…
Well you lot that have been praying for this to happen, bloody make the most of it!
Meanwhile the rest of us will busy ourselves scraping ice off of windscreens, pulling extra socks over tights under trousers in preparation to plod up that pissin’ hill and huddle under bus stops finally catching the 10 past bus at half past. ( totally not a personal experience)
Old people will fall! Lovely, round faced children will suddenly become screaming, red faced, snot infested beings with soaking wet mittens and lop sided hats.
All fashion sense is thrown out of widow as horrible long, tweed Grandad-looking coat your mum bought you last winter suddenly becomes your best friend.
School kids will find it hilarious to chuck snow balls at said half past bus and make all worker types jump/moan/think we’re being bombed, bouffant hair will become limp and greasy from having wooly hat glued to head…
But don’t get me wrong, I didn’t plan to become a Grumpy Old Woman quite so soon. I love winter (mainly because I get to display my ever growing collection of bobble hats and scarves) and nothing tops the feeling of triumph when you hit your 8 year old nephew in the back of the head with a snowball…
Just start praying for all this shit in, say, October yea? Then it’ll probably turn up in December when we all want it to and we are all off work and able to sit inside our warm houses…and laugh at everyone else falling over outside!
One Love ;)

Another Year Over…

So now, we’re approaching the end of 2011. What a year! Ups, downs, highs, lows (though they’re basically the same thing…) and, naturally, I find myself reflecting and reminiscing and such. I can’t quite put my finger on an overall feeling or event that sums this year up for me. It’s been amazingly amazing, and amazingly shit too…I’ve had some of the best experiences and met so, so many inspiring and amazing people.

I’ve got to do what I love for the most part, performing. Travelling all over the country. Singing to 12,000 people and dancing again. Have stayed in swanky London Hotel and went to Morocco. I’ve seen the beautiful niece grow from teeny tiny, bald, sleeping thing, to all singing, all dancing, (slightly less bald) and brilliantly entertaining, smiling (with two teeth) thing. Eldest Neph who struggled for so long with simple communication is now in a fantastic school and had the part of ‘Narrator’ in the school play. Littlest Neph started school, other Neph lost all his front teeth. Lovely sister got engaged, other lovely sister got herself covered in tattoos, little sister has grown into a woman and has boyfriend! Friends have moved out/in with significant others. Friends have had babies and got engaged. I could go on but this is only a blog and not a biography of a ‘Year In The Life….’

I’ve also experienced some not so wonderful things. Being self conscious isn’t something I ever thought I’d find myself being. Paranoid. Anxious. Being made to feel I wasn’t good enough for certain things anymore. Lost wonderful job and through that, lost relationship with very special little boy. People I thought were loyal stabbed me in the back. Promising career was chewed up and spat, rather publicly, back in my face. Hobbies and dreams were ruined, briefly. (The fact I am very good at sniffing out bullshitters has done me huge favours!) I shan’t go into detail about family/friends struggles as it’s neither my place nor business to inform anyone of that. Though I am quite happy to display my errors over the past year to you (whoever you are actually reading this rubbish…) in the hope that was comes next might inspire you.

It took someone to push me down so far for me to realise that I was living my life for everyone else except myself. Always the confident, mouthy and brassy little bugger I’m exceptionally good at blocking certain things out or casting them aside and just, well, getting on with it. No point dwelling and all that. If I chose to dwell on the shit occurrences over the past few years I fear I’d never leave my bed for the huge pit of despair it would become. Instead I shall sit on top of the pile of brilliance from the past year!

I have been brought up to be open minded, non-judgmental and to treat others as I wish to be treated. So when people take advantage of this and make you feel inadequate it becomes difficult to think otherwise.

It took a little while for me to get back to being me, but here I am. In all my, ahem, glory?! Once again pale and ginger and obsessing about Steps…! I feel like I’ve gone full circle this year and now am myself again. Have bagged lovely job with brilliant prospects doing what I love to do. No longer have to prove myself to anyone or change things about myself or my life to accommodate others.

Not one to usually blow ones own trumpet, but I am a very underestimated young lady with alot more to me than meets the eye. Loud and drunk is how most perceive me, and that’s fine, but you just wait. 2012 is going to be a bloody good one I tell thee! Sorry to those who are stuck without me now, have shot themselves in foot or have decided they’re ‘nice’ people again. As far as I’m concerned you can all ‘Pog Ma Thoin’! :)

The ones who matter, care. And the ones who care, matter. New years resolutions hardly ever actually last, ‘gym everyday, quit smoking, cut down on booze’ and February comes and we are all drunken, fat lards with constant stream of smoke coming from mouths…ha! But one thing is for sure, next year I shall let nobody bring me down. Life is for living, loving and sharing. I’m taking all the best people through with me and am going to have a ball. You’re fault entirely if you’re not invited.

Here’s to 2012! Growing old is inevitable. Growing up isn’t…

One Love x