March 1, 1999 – April 23, 2009

According to the AKC, he was “RayRay’s Champagne Taste.”  To us, he was “Champ,” a loyal friend for ten years.

“Well done, good and faithful servant.”

 

Ch-ch-ch-Changes…

Many things happening in my life – personally, professionally, etc.-ly.  I have so much to tell, yet so little time.  Alas!  So, for now, I leave you with (a) a new header, (b) a new template, and (c) a promise of things to come.

Mwah!

 

Where In the World is Suarez Sacramento?

Stole this from Saintseester, who just happens to have the greatest gangsta name ever (go see for yourself).

As always, some of these didn’t quite work for me.  Hope you have better luck!

The Name Game

1.Your rock star name (first pet, current car) -  Candy Four-Runner (WTF?)

2.Your gangsta name (favorite ice cream flavor, favorite type of shoe) - Pralines & Cream Boots (again, I say WTF???)

3.Your Native American name (favorite color, favorite animal) – Cobalt Blue Tiger (a bit better, I guess)

4.Your soap opera name (middle name, city where you were born) – Maria Madrid

5.Your Star Wars name (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 of your first name) Suyer

6.Superhero name (2nd favorite color, favorite drink) - Red Mochasippi

7.NASCAR name (the first names of your grandfathers) – Henri Bowie (actually was spelled Bouia, but pronounced otherwise)

8.Dancer name (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy) Vanilla Chocolate

9.TV weather anchor name (your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter) – Suarez Sacramento (sounds more like a kids’ PBS show)

10.Spy name (your favorite season/holiday, flower) – Autumn Lily

11.Cartoon name:(favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now) – Peaches Corduroy

12.Hippie name (what you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree) – Biscuit Bradford Pear!

13.Movie star name (first pet, first street where you lived) – Candy Locke (I think this is the same as your porn star name)

Have fun.  Hopefully you’ll do a bit better than I did.

Sincerely,

Biscuit Bradford Pear

 

I Guess You Could Call Me a Cultural Icon

Yep.  Me and Barbie.  Influencing pop culture since 1959.

Damn.

 

RIP Lisa

I learned of Lisa too late — by the time I found her incredible blog, she was dying.  I never talked to her, or exchanged e-mails, or twittered with her.  Her journey was too personal for a complete stranger like me to invade.  Yet I read her blog, and the comments, and realized that she was an incredible human being with an incredible story.

She was a mother and a wife.  And she’s gone.

When your heart breaks for someone you never even met?  That’s a testament to the person who put herself, and her journey, out there.

Rest, Lisa.

 

Regrets, I’ve Had A Few…

Have you ever done something that just made you dislike yourself? I mean really, really dislike yourself? Something that came from a place that you didn’t know existed? And you found yourself questioning who you are?

Let me explain. The inimitable Kate has begun a blog carnival of sorts, and I’ve been invited to play (or write, as it were) along. Today’s theme?
Regret. Or lack thereof. Either works.

As I was thinking about what today’s post would say, this incident dredged itself up from a dark, murky, ugly place. A place that I wish never existed.

What I did, back then, over twenty-five years ago, isn’t important.  At least not in the sense of who, what, or where.  And I don’t mean to be cryptic. But while it might cast a shadow over the sunshine that I usually radiate (ha!), I doubt the story would shock anyone.   The more important thing is is how I feel, and have felt, about what I did many years ago.

And the most important, obviously, was how I made someone else feel.

It wasn’t criminal, it wasn’t immoral. It might not even bother some people.  Folks at postsecret might not even bat an eye.  But it was mean-spirited, and hurtful, and I shouldn’t have done it.

And that? I will regret for the rest of my life.

 

If We Were Playing Scattergories, Bed, Bath & Beyond Would Count for Three

Ok, if you guys are happy to hear from me, finally, after a very long blogdrought, you have the awesome Tiff to thank.  See, she posted one of those “Ten Things I Love That Start With the Letter…” memes and, of course, she rocked it (and she had the letter “U”).  And rather than tagging folks (oooh, the hate), she simply offered to give readers a letter if they wished.

So I wished.  (I also warned her that if she gave me a tough letter I’d just shut the whole damn operation down.)  And I got a “B”.  So now I have to tell you ten things I like that begin with the letter B.  God, even I should be able to do this.

So, here are my ten, in no particular order.  And dude.  This is so random.

Bush (as in George W):  Ok, ok, stop with the hissing.  You got your candidate in.  You’ve got your president.  Give me this.  I like him.  I like his family.  I like his Johnny Carson-esque facial expressions.  And I even like his misunderpronounciations and misunderuses of words.  Sue me.

Baked beans. (Told you this was random.)  The good kind.  Made with lots of brown sugar.  I have a fabulous recipe, but the way, but right now I’m thinking of the ones at Voodoo BBQ.  And, um, damn.

Beer. Yeah.

Blogfriends. You guys rock.

Books. As much time as I spend on the computer, nothing comes near the pleasure of riffing through the pages of a good book.  Spare me your books on tape or Kindle.  Give me a real, old-fashioned book any day.

Bed, Bath & Beyond. I can spend hours in that store.   And dollars.  Many dollars.

Birthdays. I don’t like when people downplay them.  Enjoy them!  And, speaking of,  join me in wishing two incredibly important people a happy one — Tracy Lynn, who is almost the coolest thing evah, and my very own Mr. Cool, who IS.  And he’s turning 17 tomorrow.  Now he can go to big boy jail.  (And I keep reminding him of that very thing.)

Brownies. Yum.

Baseball. Especially college baseball.  Especially when it’s LSU playing college baseball.  And when they are ranked 1 or 2 in the preseason (depending on who ranked ‘em).

Basketball. On that same note.  College only.  The difference between NBA and college ball is like the difference between that slimy, canned asparagus and fresh.  Two different things – one of them really, really gross.

And that’s it.  Surely there’s more, but these were the first that came to mind.  Enjoy.

And be sure to go wish Tracy Lynn a happy birthday.  Because I do NOT want her mad at me.