Found this in an old jewelry box this weekend: it's the ring I got for my eighteenth birthday, which is almost 24 years ago. Can you believe it: in six weeks I will be 42!

You may already know I don't usually do parties or get-togethers, with the exception of the Harry Potter Marathons;) But to celebrate this special occasion, I'm inviting you to come over! (No matter where you live, how long you've been on my flist, how often we communicate: if you're reading this, you're invited:)

My birthday is on Monday, December 26.
I know that date is probably reserved for family-related obligations (story of my life;) therefore I'm extending the invitation until New Year's Eve. (I'm free all week. Sleepovers are encouraged!)

There are no specific plans yet, but I'll most likely will take you up to my attic - honestly not as ominous as it sounds - to talk, hang, watch films, etc.* I also will provide food and drinks (non alcoholic;)

Give me your address and I'll give you mine. I'm also making this the yearly holiday-cards notice, so even if you're not coming over, leave me your contact-information so I can put you on my paper-mailinglist!
For that reason comments are screened. Or if you prefer, you can mail me: [email protected]

I love to hear from you:)

-J-

*Don't worry about the etcetera part. Don't be shy, I'm really talking to you. Come over, it'll be FANtastic (*nudges* Get it?;)

This morning on the bus my futurefantasy bf (FBF) sat down across the aisle facing me. Well, he sat down across from his busbuddy, but let's pretend he chose that seat for me;)
I thought he was going to chat with his buddy, especially since he ignored the guy yesterday to sit by himself to read (READ!). But after saying hellos, he told the buddy he wanted to continue in his book.
I had told you he was reading part two of the Jean Auel series (and how I felt about that;). Well, two weeks ago I noticed he was already in part four and I was very impressed about how fast he was reading, plus he would have totally had to have read at home to get through those books that quickly. I found out the truth when he told the buddy he had skipped part three, because his mom didn't like that one. I KNEW IT; nobody reads that fast. Heh. The books are his mom's. Ahw.
Then his buddy asked if he had watched the footballmatch yesterday-night and ... and.... FBF said he hadn't BECAUSE HE HAD WANTED TO READ HIS BOOK. He didn't even know what match the buddy was talking about. Be still my heart. I did not see that coming, even if I was already in awe of his dedication to the book on the bus. This is a guy who's a footballer himself: he has been dragging his sportsbag with him on the bus for the past two days to go play right after work.

I'm so fucked. As I told my mom: if I already get this much satisfaction from just sitting next to him reading, I can't even imagine how excited I would get if I ever managed to talk to (or even touch) him. I would probably die.

Sigh.