Questioning situations I’ve put myself in, decisions I’ve made – commitments I can’t shake.

Things which are done and said which are out of my control.

The actions of others I fail to understand, relate to or appreciate.

I question my existance, my purpose, choices i’ve made and the direction of my life.

And then… On a lazy Sunday morning on route to a *gorgeous breakfast*… I spot

Realise – this is life…

And no one gets out of it alive anyway.

I stand on the side lines… and comment on how things aren't done properly, how i'd do it better…. that maybe one shouldn't be  caged like that…. i feel sorry from one of the two animals, sometimes i feel sorry for both of them.

Maybe once or twice i've climbed into umm.. offer a hand. Ehm.

Lately… what's been playing on my mind is…. How do couples "Spice things up…"

I can imagine this is a HUGE area for miscommunication… where they discuss "Spicing things up" She thinks… woohoo, flowers, chocolates, candles….

And he thinks… FINALY ANAL SEX!!!

Can you imagine…?!!

I can… the zoo is a great place.

In fact, it's probably not even that extreme…. because really.. …its not that hard to make the simple things fun, sexy and exciting. Is it?

Like in my world sending sms's like…

Feel like soup and sex tonight?

Receiving sms's like…

Sex and Soup sounds awesome! So i shouldn't cum in the shower then… [Okay, maybe the last part is an overshare]

Responding with..

Shall i bring bread?

Actually as i'm typing this, i'm wondering… it's in the small things… So, i can imagine the same exchange  in the zoo might end a little differently…

She suggests…

How about sex and soup tonight?

He says..

Oh my god… darling, that sounds gorgeous, can't wait to cum home

She says…

Cool, please pick up bread and milk on your way.

He says..

What? You know i have a conference call this evening. And i'm only leaving after 6. It'll be easier if you get it!

She says

You drive RIGHT past the shop, it'll taking you 10 MINUTES to run in and get it.

He says

THATS not the POINT – i work all day. I'm TIRED when i get home.

She says

Get your own fucking soup.

And after googling, ang blinging and searching… nothing! Not a single thing which excites her…

So, she does what any blogger would do… she turns to her most adoring readers…

Now, my readers aren't particuarly interactive – which i don't mind at all.. I'm really not a driven my comments blogger…

But when i ask for them. I want them.

Like when i ask you to send me… via comment, or email.. or DM…

What you'd like to add to the JHBP Challenge list.

It could be something simple…something complicated… your fantasy… what you think mine is…something youd like to see…to read….something sexy…outright sexual…something sweet…something charming.

It's up to you…

In turn, because you've done what i've wanted…

I'll make a list… and do them.

For you.

Because i'm nice that way.

I love them, look up to them, draw strength from them… The are incredible people.

So, finding a pic of one – well… i kinda thought it wasn't possible.

But over this weekend… pondering this – i realised something… that the perfect pic to put up here… would be of myself and my brother. Because… not only is he everything to me which a friend is. We happen to be bonded by blood.

Of the few things i am dead sure of in this life… one of them happens to be the fact that – my brother will always be there for me, no matter what.

And that makes him my BFF.

xxx

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

That Next week… i will ACTUALLY go to gym… As in.. get up EARLY enough.. that i make a class.. and not just arrive there around 7:45am walk into the gym, walk out… and head for coffee.

It's a pretty strange feeling… i'm attempting to work thru it. Listing what's on my mind

• The next in the photo challenge is a photo of your best friend.. i don't know if i have one of these.. my friends are all amazing, and very special to me. I have many many photo's of me, because well… taking pics of myself is a new hobby, but of me + BFF, well no. What shall i do here..
• The next thought on the BFF front is… i seem to be losing girlfriends… naturally i have to ask myself… i am the common factor here – what do i do… and do i need to actively go out and find new girlfriends… And shall i call the good Dr about this problem..
• And then i think…. fuck it… I'm a little tired of noticing my short comings and working on them – i'll think about this tomorrow…
• I'm going for a massage tomorrow, this excites me greatly. ehm.
• This work is doing my fucking head in. It's not that i can't do it, it's that really… it's awful. But we must do what we must do. The stress is huge.. drama drama… and all that shit..
• But really – what the fuck does it REALLY matter… tomorrow the sun will shine, and eveyone has their issues, and to them they feel so BIG and IMPOSSIBLE..but hey – at the end of the day, christmas will arrive, and so will next year…and the year after that. So, just make today count. No point in hiding behind the drama. It's constant. This is life.
• WHY do the buttons KEEP on coming off this top. I'm not a sewing kinda girl.. and i've ALREADY put two buttons back.
• The panties i'm wearing today are awful… in fact, they might jsut have to GO. now.
• How is it that no one told me about Hipstamatic before… or rather why is it i never LISTENED when i was told how amazing this it…?! I just LOVE it… And am having SO much fun with it.
• The Vag Wax is amazing.. i am loving it. Obsessively so.. in fact, i think i may have entered into a little sexomnia. Or maybe masturatomnia…

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Nope, the feeling is still there.

Maybe i'm confusing it with hunger… maybe i need lunch.

Granny has since died.

But her advice lives on… and now and again as i do things in my life, and make choices – the advice she once gave me, pop's into my mind.

Right now i'm dealing with…

JHBP, you're going to get to an age where… you feel like you should have a child, like it's now something you need to do.

Get a Puppy.

*sigh*

I've never been on of those ga-ga kinda girls, the ones who had planned their weddings at the age of 8, were particularly sure that they were to meet the right boy, they'd date, he'd ask her to marry him… and then they'd have children.

This has never been me. I've never really given getting married and having children much thought. At all.

Except….. lately i've been contemplating the chidren part of the story.

I would possibly equate the current feeling i'm having to what a man of the cloth would refer to as a 'his calling'… You can't quite explain why it is you should be doing something… or want something…

But, there it is. Boof. Like Magic.

Maybe attempt to charm that which you cannot change.

I wonder what the perfect ratio of swimming up stream vs going with the flow should be.