Not so coincidentally, “Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, it’s drivin’ me nuts” is the punchline to my favourite pirate joke.
With no further ado:
Radner, and Roseanne Roseannadanna. I remember watching SNL back in its early days, and Gilda Radner was my favourite. Who could forget her ad for Jewess Jeans? Her interviews as Baba Wawa? She combined being unconventionally pretty with being abso-frickin-lutely hilarious. And Roseanne Roseannadanna was the best.
Raspberries—and every other kind of edible berry. Unlike my sister, the incomparable Izzybella, who refuses to eat any red fruit except watermelon, I adore pretty much every fruit. Except kiwi. Ugh. Don’t like that stuff. But raspberries? Fresh juicy raspberries? Love ‘em!
Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. Man, I loved those things. Especially when they came out with the small unwrapped ones. I could mindlessly eat one after another after another until the bag was gone. Fortunately for my waistline, however, the last time I had a Reese’s, I got violently ill for 2 days. Haven’t been able to even think about having one since that time. Just the thought of eating a Reese’s makes my stomach hurt.
Regina Spektor. Ever heard any of her music? She is just amazing. Everything she does is so inventive, I love it. Fidelity was the first song of hers that I ever heard, and I immediately went out and bought the CD. I was supposed to go see her several years ago, but was diagnosed with strep throat the day of the concert, and forbidden to do anything but go home because I was contagious. So Joe went alone, and gave my ticket to a group of 3 people—2 of them had tickets, and the 3rd was hoping to buy a ticket, not knowing the show was sold out. So I don’t mind so much. It’s nice when you can perform a mitzvah for someone, even something as small as that.
Rock Barrell. I know the word “Barrel” is spelled with one L, but the shop spells it with two. So who am I to argue? Anyway, if you like crystals, stones, jewelry making supplies, etc., you can’t go wrong by visiting Rock Barrell in—tada!—Richardson Texas. Their prices on crystals and stones are much more reasonable than the metaphysical shops. Izzy and I got some lovely pieces, and I’m looking forward to our next trip.
Reading. Well, der. I’m one of the Quirky Girls who Read, and I am obsessive about reading. I’ll try most anything except romance (for some reason, I HATE romance novels) or big long complicated math or science stuff. I will confess, however, to having decided that I no longer have to finish a book if I decide I don’t like it. In my younger days, if I started a book, I finished it, with the notable exceptions of Helter Skelter (too horrifying) and Vanity Fair (too stultifying). One may laugh at the juxtaposition of those two worlds apart books, but there you have it. Helter Skelter I took outside and put in the trash bin because I didn’t even want it in the house. And the last time I attempted to read Vanity Fair I hurled it across the room and vowed never to try again. Now I’m older and wiser, and realize there’s absolutely no point in finishing a book if I don’t like it. In fact, there’s a section on my kindle labeled “Books I Did Not Like.”
Red. As in the colour. Purple used to be my favourite colour until fairly recently, when I realized with some surprise that it’s now red. Red is also the colour associated with the root chakra, which I was doing a lot of work on. The last time I had my chakras balanced, I was told that my crown and throat chakras were seriously messed up. Coincidentally (or not?), the day of the balancing was also the day I began the latest bout of strep throat. So I’ve been wearing a lot of blue and have my blue crystals out (blue is the colour for the throat chakra). Anyway, back to red. I am using red as the primary colour (along with black, white, and grey) in the living area when we move back home. I’ve found some fantastic accessories, and am really looking forward to putting everything together.
And that’s it for the R’s. Tune in tomorrow for our very special S guest! (if you want, you can put a picture of Super Grover here).