Sunday, July 31, 2011

we only get one turn

saturday night life is what you make of it
my saturday night consisted of watching the parent trap [the 1998 version] while folding laundry, making heidi swanson's harissa ravioli without the harissa, and reading in bed for an hour while josh headed back into the hospital to see a new admission.

any tips on where one can purchase harissa in NC are welcome!

and you know what? my night was kind of awesome.

josh and i were sitting and having dinner, and once he finished getting interrupted by phone calls we started discussing how it seems like some people just never seem to be happy -- and don't seem to want to do anything about it, either. other people seem to get that this is IT -- this is life -- and it is only up to us [the livers!] to make it worth living.

not that kind of liver . . .

there are so many places to find joy in this world: helping others, appreciating art [books / movies / music all qualify], developing relationships, eating chocolate, connecting with family, perusing celebrity gossip [you know, if that's your thing]. there are also plenty of places to find misery. but aside from the perverse pleasure that a night or two of wallowing [preferably with a bottle of red + vintage aimee mann in the background] can bring, i just don't see the point.

i can be extremely moody, so i'm not saying it's not okay to be sad. and sometimes sadness is 100% warranted. but when it comes to slogging through day-in and day-out with a slew of complaints and nary a smile -- well, i just wish people who do this could realize what they are missing.

because even a rainy saturday night spent folding socks can be joyful, cozy, and fun. especially if you add pasta + vintage lindsay lohan.

aww, so cute! [source]


i am obliged
to remind you about the 2nd $100 visa gift card giveaway on my review blog. just think of the happiness a random $100 windfall would bring you!

[i'd buy some new pens, maybe a notebook, and 75% of these:]

yessssss please