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.

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.

Has returned to normal. I am with iPhone once more.

And a new one at that.

*sigh*

Dear Life Gods,

Thanks for the insurance help, can we do something about the stress eating a whole in my stomach, now please?

Love,
JHBP

I smashed the screen in the most spectacular way.

A little part of my soul was smashed too.

Right now i'm operating a *gasp* blackberry. With no contacts, no email and no fucking idea how the stupid thing works.

Dear Insurance Gods,

Please make this a speedy process.

Love,

JHBP

I know i know.. how many does a girl get in one week. But I'm not just any girl.. and well – I seem to be specialising in AHA at the moment.

This AHA seems to be centered around my career… or rather the lack there of.

It hit me on Monday… or maybe Tuesday – i forget – that if i don't make a move now… i will never ever be able too.

Well.. never ever may be slightly dramatic… but lets say… getting older aint gonna make it no easier.

So, i find myself in the interestingly exciting position of job searching.

I have about half a million different emotions about this.

*sigh*

Please fasten your seat belts as i work thru them.

• The holiday was amazing – gorgeously amazing.
• We did nothing except eat, drink, sleep, nap, listen to the iPod, swim.
• Everyone should take an Island holiday – they really do have a very special place in the world.
• Island people are tres friendly.

Things which they forget to mention, and you forget to think about in your excitement:

• The holiday is for a limited time – and you’re going to come home.
• There will be 1 million kids on the flight, it will be hectic, and busy – even though it is a 3 hour flight, it is going to feel worse than a European flight.
• Island holidays are extreme. It’s extremely impossible to order a cocktail at 12:05 and roll over for a nap once you’re home.
• You will be depressed once you get home.
• There is language issues… the taxi driver will make your life hard.. and ‘Port Lois for shopping’ will make him take you to every family member he has who has a shop for shopping THERE.

Things which i’ve realised about taking an Island holiday.

• Going with a girlfriend is nice, and it’s fun. Bless BT – But Island holidays make you want sex.
• A lot.
• While you’re lying at the pool warm in the sun, feeling lazy and content. You imagine the feeling of a hand on your thigh… or someone to lead you into the pool, and touch your inappropriately while no one seems to watch.
• When you stand in the 12 man shower – just before dinner… You imagine someone standing behind you, his hands cupping your breasts.
• When you have a few glasses of wine with dinner…walking back to the room, you imagine walking with someone…making a stop at the beach on one of the loungers…

*sigh*

Off to find a boy to take with her to the Islands…

It’s the strangest thing, when I’m at the shops – it truly feels like i have none. Not enough. Like i have to wait for underwear to go threw the wash. As in – tomorrow i go commando*.

So, two weekends a go i rushed out and added this – just to insure i don’t run out anytime soon.

Is that red Orange?! *gasp*

Naturally… the bug had bitten… and as we’re facing 2012 – i had to get more… So this weekend i added:

Is that is yellow polka dot...

And then i started thinking about the rest of the underwear…. I kept opening drawers and finding more and more and more…

Where does she put all of this...?!

At this point i thought to myself… JHBP – this is sinful.. there are girls who walk around day after day with the same old granny panties… girls who have 7 pairs of panties… 3 they wash and wear… one good bra… And *you* have all of this. And then i opened another drawer and fould ALL of these…

A tower of panties...?!

Naturally – there is no real point to this post, simple to expose *JUST* how much underwear i have.

xxx

*I’m in no way against commando – i simply require motivation or instruction to do it…

There is truth in that. A great deal of truth.

Which i learnt this very monday night…

When i accepted an invite to meet Sven for a drink. Being a lastminute.com kinda girl, invites 15 minutes before you have to be there really don’t bother me too much. [especially when they involve driving the most awesome new car]

So, i pulled a brush thru my hair, changed my shoes and dashed out of the house.  Arriving at the secret location three things studenly occured to me… One – i hadn’t shaved my legs… for a good few days, Two – my underwear selection and Three – the dear veejayjay hasn’t had a wax due to the upcoming trip.

So even though, there might have been a rather nice kiss, or two in the most awesome new car there was no leg over.

*sigh*

Fucking Girl Scouts.

* I was *that* tempted to spell that as ‘cum’ rather!