Ohai, guys!
I sneeking in a small nounsemint.
*cleers throat*
I are lukking fur a few good… no, wait.
I are looking fur volunteers whu wud hazza willing tu reed a urban fantasea novel fur me which I writed an gib me sum feedback (nawt teh guitar-tu-close-tu-teh-speekers kind, teh what-yu-fink kind).
If yu finkso mebbe, is moar infos at http://prysmatic.com/writing/yinyangtest/
It am nawt in lolspeek, eben tho teh purrkids haz made spradik effurts tu correktify my spellings a grammars in teh prosess uv writings.
Kfanxbai!
Toronto Cheezmeet?
Dis rekwest b frum deh sweet sweet HoneyCakeRabbit:

Sad, Sad Nooz
Dis am frum ‘Niser:
Rekwest fur Beemz
Dis b frum ‘Niser:
Then about ten thirty, that same animal care person ran into our site manager’s office and said, (or screamed actually) ”I need someone to drive me to the hospital, my Mom is having a heart attack!” I ran out of my office and asked if our site manager wanted me to go. He said “can you?” and I responded that of course I could. We ran to my car and started driving the 25-minute drive to the hospital, which was spent mostly in silence.
She was on the phone to her aunt, who had been with her mother at the time of the attack. As it turned out, she had not had a heart attack, but rather a seizure. The EMTs were unable to revive her as of the time I dropped her off at the hospital, and we learned about two hours later that they had been unable to save her Mom. I am devasted and destrought.
Thank you all for your love and support. Love you all, ‘Niser
Deh Nite Watchman and Scarlettkitty
Miz KittyRoo roted dis lubblee storee.
For Dayle:
Dusk is falling on Cheezland, and although it is nearly Spring there is a bit of a chill in the air. The Night Watchman pulls his coat close.
“We have someone coming, Winky”, he tells the black cat on his shoulder.
The Watchman strolls through the streets, past the JCH4K fountain, splashing softly in the last golden rays, past the shuttered shops and homes, toward the meadow.
As he approaches the meadow, he hears the music of the carousel. Nearer, he sees a sweet, sad lady astride one of the cats. A pair of calico kittens is nestled in her lap. He climbs onto the neighboring horse and they go around a turn or two in silence.
… “I shouldn’t be here” she says. “My family needs me and I miss my husband so much.”
“You must be Dayle” he says. “Your family loves you beyond measure and they miss you too. They know you weren’t ready. You were so strong for so many for so long, your heart couldn’t contain all the love. “
“My grandbabies”, she says plaintively. “Who will watch them now?”
“So many people loved you – someone will step up because it meant so much to you”, he replies and Winky murrs hur assent.
“I hope so” she says. “They are so special”
“Your husband is very sad”, says the Watchman “ He has the love you gave him, and more, to help him through.”
The carousel slows to a stop, and they alight from their mounts and stroll into the meadow itself, a-bud and abloom with spring blossoms, with kitties and puppies frolicking amongst the stems. In the distance a few horses are clustered around a patch of clover and alfalfa.
“Dear lady” says the Night Watchman. “It’s your turn to rest, and to wait for your loved ones to come to you. You can peek at them as much as you like from this side of the bridge. I’ve heard there will be many gardens growing in your honor.”
The lady smiles and settles onto a bench at the edge of the meadow, with the calico babies still cuddled close.
“Thank you”, she says, caressing the little kittens in her lap.
The Watchman starts back into the meadow, followed by a string of cats and dogs eager to play.
Donationz fur ScarlettKitty
Dis am frum ower deer Suburban Prairie:
Sad Nooz
Deer peepz,
I haz receeved deh berry sad nooz dat ScarlettKitty haz passed away.
I haz no uzzer detaylz at dis time. I send beemz uv lub and strength tu hur fambly. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
mj
Uppydate:
Dis wuz postid awn Dayle’z huzbind’z Faysebuk: