It's late on Sunday night and I'm sitting at my computer with a hiccupping Lyla on my lap. Paddy always had hiccups as a puppy and now she seems to have the same problem. I'm in pain, I'm upset, I'm tired but I'm very very happy and extremely grateful for the joy that is Lyla.
I'm in pain because: when I wrote yesterday, I said I was going to Brentwood for a bit, instead I ended up going to get my eleventh tattoo. I got the words "Paddy" and "Lyla" tattooed on my right arm, kind of across my elbow on the back. My arm now feels like it's had twelve layers of skin taken off and it hasn't helped that it got knocked twenty times last night and another twenty times today. It looks wicked though. I've wanted to get Paddy's name tattooed for ages but didn't know where on my body to get it. Finally, while Max, Jordan, Tony and Lauren were at mine yesterday, I sat at the computer and designed a tattoo with both their names. I wanted an unusual font and when it looked perfect, I rang the tattooist and checked he could fit me in. Lauren came with me and we left the three boys baby-sitting the dogs and watching Paul Weller dvds (clearly Jordan's viewing choice). I'm very happy with the result (although I am dangerously close to becoming "the tattooed woman"). My dogs mean more to me than anything and they certainly brought me more joy than any man alive. I figured if I was going to get another tattoo I may as well pay tribute to the things that mean the most to me. After all, they make me smile every second of every day. I love them as mush as if I'd given birth to them myself and I know that as long as I have them, I will never be down.
I'm upset because I just watched the Moto GP from earlier on today. Rossi (my future husband) was winning by 4 seconds all the way round until suddenly his bike stopped for no apparent reason around the 22nd lap. Hideous! I'm devastated. He's had a really bad start to the season and I really wanted him to win today. He was clearly on top form to have that 4 second lead over everyone and it looked like 1st place was his. Then the bike just stopped. Rossi IS Moto GP and unless he's winning I'm not interested. Well, I'm lying because of course I would still watch it but it guts me to the pit of my stomach to see him as frustrated as he was today. Me and my mum nearly cried watching it (she loves him almost as mush as I do).
I'm tired because the little wrinkly baby has been keeping me up every night since I got her. Last night, after getting my tattoo, I came home to get ready and ended up going out in Brentwood with Lauren, Jordan and Tony. I wore my £700 shoes (the ones I bought for Linsey's wedding) but somehow they were lost on the punters in the Gardener's Arms. I only actually lasted an hour before I wanted to go home and see Lyla. Lauren was steaming drunk as she'd drunk a whole bottle of wine before we even went out. I'd had my arse bitten by a drunk girl in another bar and a hideous man look me up and down in Sugar Hut and say loudly to his friends "it's going really down hill in here!" while still looking at me (the CHEEK! My shoes alone probably cost more than his whole wardrobe! They're the best shoes in the world don't you know!). I replied with a smile "yes, but only because you're in here my friend" before walking away calmly. That was the final nail in the coffin for me last night. I realised that for some reason Brentwood was full of weirdos and wondered if there any point in pursuing a good night out when I had the beauty of Lyla waiting at home for me. Deciding that Lyla is better than any moron man I might meet (and also better than looking after drunk Tony, Jord and Lauren - all three of them were glassy eyed and slurring by then) I slipped out with Lauren without even saying goodbye to anyone else. I was home by midnight and sat up til 3am playing with Lyla, who wasn't one bit tired and wanted to chew everything in sight. This morning she had me up again at 6.30am. She woke me up by slapping at my face with her soft paws and gently nibbling at my chin. I took her downstairs for a wee and then we went back to bed for an hour. Good as gold, she fell fast asleep again and I got up at 7.30am to feed her and get ready for work. I dropped her at my mum's with Paddy and picked my dad up and by 9.30am we were on a plane to Scotland.
I worked at the Knockhill race track today. It was fab! They had a big track day on. People from all over had brought their cars to race and compete for prizes. I signed lots of autographs, spoke on the microphone for a bit, met some of the touring car racers, posed for loads of pictures and judged a "fit babe" competition. The girls all got up on stage and had to perform a dance for the audience and me. Two of them flopped their boobs out (which was great but a little too mush for the daytime crowd). The men went wild and I picked a winner. My dad got taken round the track in a car by one of the racers called Gordon. He's just won a touring car race and my dad was chuffed to bits. He hasn't stopped talking about it ever since. We've had a brilliant day. The track is amazing (it's up in the mountains with the most amazing view you'll ever see), the people in Scotland were the loveliest, friendliest people ever and my dad got a ride round the track. If I can get the time off I'm going to go back there for the Superbikes on 16th and 17th July. It'll be amazing!
We flew home at 7.30pm and arrived at Marsh Manors at 9.30pm. We then loaded Paddy and Lyla into my dad's car and drove up to my house to watch the GP. It's just finished and we have had a little tear (not a full on cry, just a welling-up of the eye) at Rossi's misfortune. Lyla is now chewing Paddy's favourite toy (a fluffy white duck that quacks when you squeeze it). It's bigger than her but she loves it.
Jordan has just arrived here. He's been to see the Da Vinci Code tonight at the cinema. I'm jellus cos I'm dying to see it. All of us were going to go tonight but I wasn't back in time so I think me and Lauren might go one night this week.
All in all I've had a brilliant weekend. I'm gutted for Rossi and my arm is killing me but I know that Rossi will pull it all back soon and when my arm is healed it'll look the nuts! Paddy has taken himself off to bed in my room and Lyla is more hyper than ever. I'm now going to recruit Jordan to help wear her out so that she sleeps right through the night. Tomorrow I am filming all day at home for It's Me or the Dog. I NEED a good nights sleep or else I am going to collapse later on in the week. I think I've had a total of about 6 hours sleep since I got Lyla. Not that I'm complaining as already I couldn't imagine life without her. She smells so delicious, even her breath smells gorgeous - like biscuits. In fact, if Heaven had a smell, it would smell like new born puppies.
Nighty-night, have a great Monday at work or school or whatever you are doing. I'll be trying to train 8 naughty dogs all day and loving every minute of it!
Lots of love from all of us here in Brentwood
Jodie, Jordan, Bella, Rebel, Teddy, Tommy, Baby, Bean, Paddy and Lyla
xxxxxxx
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