That's enough messing around for now. Have a ---- week! Remember always: Be well. Keep safe. Live lightly. Hold your pets close and your family even closer. - Beauregard

Can't you tell by now? I really keep this thing up to date. Thought you'd appreciate that.

Another night when sleep would not come, another night when I'm having supper while the cold wind blows outside my window and I am only now having dinner - it's a farmer's breakfast...while they are up bringing the cows in for milking...I am having a meal...which has been cooking overnight in my trusty Crock Pot...what might that be? Something I can never tire of...Guess that after this, I'll not be going to bed after all...not at least any time soon...Sometimes I live my days and nights upside down. While you trundle off to sleep, I am awake, and I love the silence with only the wind tapping on my windows to keep me company. And when I am asleep, those few blessed hours, you are scurrying about doing what people do who are fixed by clocks and schedules and mouths to feed...Good morning to you as you come, Good evening as you go...in my upside down world.

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:::DAYDREAMING ::: In the Winter of my daydreaming, I remember/How your skin smelled like roasted almonds./I remember how, to my parched lips,you tasted/As we breathed each other in, and out, and in again./I remember the rough texture of your hands/On my body, exploring as yet, undiscovered places./I remember your sighs and your breathing/The scent of your aftershave on my cheek./How your body and mine combined to fit/Like a fine Italian glove enveloping the whole of me./I remember the heat of our passion combined/In sweet kisses so deep they would make us ache/ For the want and the need of each other./I remember the rhythmic poetry of our lives that/We wrote together as we honoured each other's lives/And turned them from our own selfishness into five/ That moved us from the temporal to the Divine.:::(c) 2012 - Gwen Beauregard - All Rights Reserved

::: "Congress is considering two bills, the PROTECT IP Act (PIPA) in the Senate and the Stop Online Piracy Act (SOPA) in the House, which would effectively censor the web." ::: "L'ETAT C'EST MOI."/And whom did you say exactly appointed the United States Congress and Senate to be the sole arbiter and to declare that "L'etat c'est moi?"/President Obama is going to sit on his hands on this one and allow "due process"? If he does, he's no better than a cuckholded lawyer./I was under the impression that this comes under the name of Police State. ::: Be afraid. Be very afraid. Fascism is coming to America? Or maybe, it has already arrived? :: Oops! I did have something to say after all. "We are not amused." :::

::: For all that and all that ::: SOPA et al - I'm not going to write about it. Normally, I might. Just don't have the energy to do so. It's all over our News ad infinitum. Millions of words. I have none. Not because I do not care. I do. :::

* Random Acts of Living * I cannot sing the song of the Lark/ I cannot chase away the dark/ I cannot reason the evil we do is from lack of self-control/ I cannot give you back your once lost soul/ I cannot tell you why the world is so full of tears/ I cannot erase each and every one of your fears/ I cannot teach you inner peace/ I cannot explain why wars never cease/ I cannot chase away the rains/ I cannot erase your inner pains/ I cannot make the sun to shine/ I cannot make we earthly mortals Divine/ I cannot teach others how to be forgiving/ I cannot heal another's living/ I cannot feed the wolf at your door/ I cannot clothe the homeless poor/ I cannot give you the reason for happenstance/ I cannot change your circumstance/ I cannot tell you where the rivers flow/ I cannot tell why the harsh North winds blow/ I cannot protect you from the frigid cold/ I cannot teach you to embrace the fragile old/ I cannot teach the birds to fly/ I cannot tell you why your one true love lied/ I cannot tell you why God let your child die/ I cannot chase the lonely from your heart/ I cannot give you the gift of dreams apart/ I cannot ease the lonely feelings in your heart/ I cannot tell you why this crazy world has gone awry/ I cannot tell you about the why in 'goodbye"/ I cannot ease you in your growth/ I cannot tell you anything you didn't already know/ I cannot tell you why you will not see/ I can't tell you what I don't know, only that I am me * Gwen Beauregard (15.01.12) *

::: NEW YEAR 2012/ Oh dear/ Time is a-fleeting,/ The countdown begins,/ A brand New Year/ Is upon us to mess up in./ Too many things to do,/ Family and friends to visit/ Too many to count - / There's a whole slew./ But here I am/ Getting back to you,/ With thanks in my heart,/ Straw in my head,/ At least I am alive -/ Not yet quite dead./ With my wishes for you/ May your year be blessed/ Free of wants and undue stress./ Peace and good health/ And all of my best./ Thank you for the friendship,/ All the year through,/ I hope that you feel that way too./ I'm may be no poet,/ Darned if I don't know it,/ But this is the end./ ~ The End ~ ::: (c) 2012 - Gwen Beauregard

::: ::: IT CAME UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR...::: December 24, 2011 ::: To each and everyone a huge "Thank you" for all of your kind thoughtfulness in remembering the good times we have shared with each other over the year as we look towards new beginnings in 2012! ::: My thoughts and prayers go out to each of you, wherever you are. Let us be thankful for the small things in our lives that make life more bearable in these troubled and difficult times as we struggle to keep our boats afloat. Just keep paddling. I'll be paddling right alongside you. ::: God bless and keep you safe. ::: Remember: Hold your pets close, and your family even closer! ::: I send you my love, Gwen Beauregard :::

::: THE CAT WHO WALKED BY HERSELF :::

::: “So many faces in and out of my life; some will last, some will be just now and then. Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes, I'm afraid it's time for goodbye again.” ::: "Goodbye is not forever." ::: And all places were the same to her. :::

::: “We can never turn back the pages of time, though we may wish to relive a happy moment, or say good-bye just one last time, we never can, because the sands of time continue to fall, and we can't turn the hourglass over.” ::: Santiz :::

::: “Didn't I tell you, Don Quixote, sir, to turn back, for they were not armies you were going to attack, but flocks of sheep?” ::: Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra - 'El quijote' :::

::: GOODBYE IS GOODBYE SU :::

::: Do not look for me there for I am gone. ::: He who cannot command himself should obey. And many can command themselves, but much is still lacking before they can obey themselves. ::: Nietzsche - Thus Spake Zarathustra - (1885) :::

::: MARK TWAIN ::: His comment on visiting Montreal: "You can't throw a rock in this city without breaking a stained glass window." :::

::: Une prière spéciale pour que Noël soit très heureux pour vous. Pour ma famille, mes amis, et tous les etres qui me sont chers, pour Noel de bonheur, d'amour et de paix. ::: Beauregard

::: One very self-confident kitten. Photograph sent to me by a friend. :::

::: OH, CHRIST! ::: There are words that are are so egregious that they cannot be excused in any context, never less so than when put into a personal letter. Words that I have never used in reference to another human being. Not ever. Not even by mistake. Words that, when used, coming out of the mouth of a self-styled "Christian" strike one immediately as being a reflection of who they really are in their self-revelations. ::: Not to be confused with a sudden lack of decidedly 'un-Christian' lapse of even the most perfunctory of respect for another human being. ::: Perhaps more confounding is that I thought I knew at least 'something' about this person, and cared about them to the degree that one can say one cares about someone one has never met in the flesh other than through a number of years of correspondence, only to suddenly be squarely faced with such a low opinion, if not outright hatred of women, which said - in a few choice words - more about the person than their very public claim to being Christian. ::: I did not respond, albeit tempting. Based on experience with abusers, I rather anticipated that a follow-up letter might be one containing excuses. Sure as God made little green apples, the very next day it arrived, complete with rationalization and blame. Not a shred of an apology. ::: It had seemed antithetical to anything remotely Christ-like, who had a temper, as do we all at times, wasn't at all fond of the Pharisees, the money-lenders in the Temple, had a few choice words for the goings-on in that house of worship and promptly marched out of the premises. If one is to believe in the literal story, as told in the Douay version of the Bible. ::: But, he respected women, at least one of whom was his Mother, and the other one of his best friends. ::: Honi soit qui mal y pense? ::: Now is not good for the Christian's health to rile the Aryan brown, for the Christian riles and Aryan smiles and he weareth the Christian down....::: The last person in the world anyone needs in their lives is a verbally abusive "friend". Abuse is abuse whether it be physical or verbal, either or both. The first can, on a continuum, lead to the latter. That is as inexcusable as it is unhealthy to any relationship. Never try to rationalize it. Words have power and meaning: first it's a word, then a slap, then a punch, then a blow - too late. Trapped. Get out! Don't even bother looking backward, you might turn into salt. ::: ...and the end in sight is tombstone white, a Fool lies here who tried to hustle the East. :::

::: MARCEL THE SHELL ::: ::: Darling, je vous aime beaucoup. ;)