God I've had such an amazing few days that I don't know where to start!
Well, after I wrote my blog yesterday I went to my mum and dad's with Kyle for an amazing roast dinner. We wolfed it down like two kids that hadn't been fed in a week then got in the car to drive to the break-dancing World Final. The competition is called the B-Boy Championship. Well; I can honestly say that me and Kyle have NEVER seen so many fit men in one place in our lives! Now I know I'm off men (apart from if the gorgeous one calls and then I'll be straight round his like a shot) but these were fit enough to make me go straight back ONTO them! Ha ha. You have to understand me: we're talking everywhere you looked; acres of rippling muscle, exposed flesh, tight vests, baggy jeans (or tracksuit bottoms - EVEN BETTER - did I tell you about my man-in-tracksuit-bottom fetish? No? oh... another time!!) and either bandanas or caps. In other words 2000 of my perfect-looking man all in one room. We thought we had died and gone to Heaven. In fact I honestly do think that's what Heaven looks like (with maybe a few baby bulldogs hanging around too). Plus of course they can ALL dance - and not just dance a little bit - these are the world champions. I sat mesmerised from the minute we got there til the minute we left. It was the best night ever. I'm not even going to try and explain to you the moves these guys were doing because unless you saw it for yourself I would just be wasting my time. They were INCREDIBLE! Ha ha - a VERY good night was had by all. And what a joyful end to a great week!
So, I finally got to bed at 3am and had to be up again at 5.30am. As I type this now I am hanging on a thread about to collapse. The car journey this morning took 3 hours and normally I sleep the whole way (that would have sorted me RIGHT out) but I had a really nice driver and we chatted the whole way in. Funnily enough, he was at the B-Boy Championships last year so we had loads to talk about.
If I'm honest I was dreading seeing Ben again (cos of how mush stupidness has occurred surrounding the situation - mostly on my part). I couldn't WAIT to see the others though and to get dancing again. Luckily once I relaxed we were able to concentrate on doing the dance well and we fell back into laughing and giggling and being told off by Vanessa, which suits me fine. Me and Ben had a slight argument (well, more an exchange of not so nice words about something we didn't agree on) and we had both agreed to just be professional in rehearsals (in other words, not to let what's happened ruin our dance). Wow - I am definitely a grown up. A few years ago I would have wanted him booted off the show or I'd at the very least have refused to even talk to him. Like I always say though "Live and let live" - I should take my own advice more cos today was easy and happy and fun and there wasn't anything that needed to be said. With that out of the way we were able to have some fun, mess around and then get serious on the odd occasion to actually do the routine.
I had been told that we had to change the dance to make it more impressive for the Final and today we did just that. We are now doing "The lift" from the film Dirty Dancing. Do you hear me? THE LIFT. Not just 'the lift' - THE lift!!!!! Ha ha. The one that they practice in the lake. The crux of the whole film! Vanessa told me it is the hardest lift to do and also probably the most dangerous. I told her that after jumping out of an aeroplane; nothing scares me so said "let's just go for it!" After a few attempts we got it and after loads of attempts (poor Ben must have sore arms) - we mastered it! Although Ben said I shouldn't charge at him so mush. Ha ha. I can't run elegantly though! If I'm running it's full steam ahead! That goes for everything in my life though! We have also added another new lift into the routine where Ben throws me up in the air and I spin in the air then fall down and he catches me. The dance now looks amazing. I just hope I can pull it off on the night! We have both worked so hard (well, and Vanessa). Bless Vanessa though; she got stressed today when I couldn't stop giggling. She so wants me to do well (and I want myself to do well) but you can't give me a fit partner and expect me to concentrate. For some of the time I was a complete professional with Ben but at other times I was having insane giggling fits. The problem is that if you put a fit man or a cute animal in front of me I DO lose concentration. They are the only two things that can drive me to distraction! And mush as I am completely over Ben, I still can't help but notice how fit he is. Bloody hell I'm only human! Jeez, I'm not even sure if I like him as a person anymore after he decided he didn't even want to be my friend but you can dislike someone and still fancy them physically right?! Ha ha. Oh forget it Jodie. I'm waffling (and probably boring you). I think it's lack of sleep - I feel a bit delirious. I'm gonna call the gorgeous one in a minute and get him over mine tonight. Ha ha.
So, I am genuinely over the moon with the routine. It is a beautiful dance and I want people to see and appreciate that on Friday night. We have all honestly worked so hard at this. Words don't even describe how hard. I mean, I am aching and bruised all over now and Ben's arms must be killing him. We have slogged our guts out and I have loved every second of it. Even if they told me I had to do this every day 10 hours a day I'd do it with pleasure. I DO NOT want this show to be over!
I left the studio to get in the car and a load of builders on a site opposite shouted "Jodie show us your tits" - nice. Dance for hours and sweat and toil and feel amazing and proud of yourself and then walk outside and come back down to earth with a bump. Can't I even enjoy it for one day guys?! Please?! Ha ha. In that studio I feel a million dollars. I am doing the very thing I love the most (feeling a fit man - ha ha joking - dancing of course) and I am grinning madly the whole time. I feel energised and excited. I just feel amazing full stop so to walk outside and get "show us your tits" is not the greatest thing in the world. Erm, no I will NOT show you my tits because quite frankly you don't deserve to see the puppies. OK?! I mean - they didn't even say please! Ha ha. If you want to look at them you can pay for it (by buying my book) or you can look at www.sexydesktop.co.uk/marsh.htm - that good enough for you?! The driver and Rich (one of the crew) who were with me when they started shouting said "tossers" at exactly the same time. See folks - real men! Men with manners - we like them!
As I got in the car to go home, the radio was on and guess what song was playing.... I have no idea what it's called or who it's by but it goes.... "it must have been love but it's over now, it must have been good but I lost it somehow..." you know the one?! Ha ha. Quite appropriate I thought after I fell for Ben and then screwed myself over it. I had a little chuckle to myself about the pure truth of the song and then phoned my mum to scream to her that I am doing the Dirty Dancing lift!! She screamed back at me out of sheer joy! We are such excited screaming freaks!
So I was supposed to go for a motorbike ride late afternoon today with Jord but I am too tired and aching (nothing a massage from a fit bloke won't sort though). There's no way I would be able to ride for long feeling the way I do right now. Not on a sports bike anyway. Jord has got the hump. I promised him I'd go but I didn't count on having a bruised stomach from doing THE lift. I think the bruises are from where Ben's thumbs go. Anyway I'm so tired that I need to just lay on the sofa with Paddy and Lyla for an hour before I go and have a drink with a mate. I'm going to try and get an early night tonight cos I have got a really important meeting tomorrow. I'm going to be a good girl unlike last night, when I really should have been in bed by 11pm. Once faced with the fittest male dancers on earth though (with the exception of Cris Judd), there was no way I was leaving til the bitter end (and I had at least 4 phone numbers in my pocket).
I just want to share with you a text that Sarah sent me after leaving mine on Saturday:
"I had a wicked week babe. Thanks for having me. We need to see each other more often just to keep each other sane. I'm here for you 24/7 babe whenever you need to chat. You are a beautiful, stunning amazing person inside and out and don't let ANYONE ever make you question that or feel any different. Eleanor Roosevelt said "no one can make you feel inferior without your consent". I think we both need to remember that more. I love you x x x"
I love it. And I love her. What an amazing text! I don't know who Eleanor Roosevelt is but she's one clever lady! Ha ha. I love that saying. It's so true. You see, when those builders shouted at me earlier, I could have felt degraded or cheap (even though I am not the sort of person who would ever flash my boobs to a group of men like that - apart from when I worked at Stringfellows but that's different) but instead I just felt sorry for them. I felt sorry that the best and most intelligent thing they can say to me is "show us your tits!". I mean, poor loves; the Prime Minister they ain't never gonna be! ha ha. In my time I have come across plenty of polite, well-mannered and intelligent builders who have had some very nice and clever things to say to me, unfortunately these weren't them.
Anyway I'm going to go and have a little cuddle now with the two people who love me more than anything and who never leave my side; Paddy and Lyla. I might write again later cos I probably won't be going out tonight (if my will-power holds out anyway) so if I get bored I expect I might start twittering on here to amuse myself - heck I might even write a poem for old time's sake.
Load of love and smiley happy kisses
Jodie
P.S It takes no talent, no brains and no character to criticise. Only God can create a flower but any foolish child can pull it to pieces. When people are hostile or rude, when they say cruel or unkind things it is invariably a reflection of their own troubled spirit rather than a reflection of you.
Got that kids?! Read it, memorise it and use it. I've used it for years to remind me to be a good person, to make me feel better and to give reason as to why people can be such twats - foolish children pulling apart flowers. Remember it!!!
xxxxx
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