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:
Ohai mai cween!
I noe it’s still sum thyme to go, butt I will be in Toronto from 15 to 23 June this year. And I would very much love to has a cheezmeet! I’ll be on a confrins from 16 (evening) to 19, butt after dat, I dusn’t has any plans yet, so I can has all opshuns open.
hugs an schmoooooz,
honeycakerabbit
Sad, Sad Nooz
Dis am frum ‘Niser:
I tried to email you last night and could not do it. But I do want the Cheezfrends to know my terrible news. Friday evening my husband of 31 years and love of my life had a massive heart attack and passed away. I was there and tried to save him by calling 911 and doing chest compressions before the EMTs arrived. They worked on him for an hour, but never got a pulse. His heart just stopped. We have lived with his heart disease for 17 years, so I suppose in a way I should feel fortunate that we had some very happy years together, but to die at 58, before you have a chance to enjoy your retirement that you’ve worked decades for, is somehow so wrong. I have a strong support network of family and friends, and that includes my Cheezfrends. You cannot have enough beems at a time like this.
With a broken heart,
‘Niser
Rekwest fur Beemz
Dis b frum ‘Niser:
Oh mai, deer Cheezfrenz,
*lolspeek awf*
Had a tough day at the shelter today. It started much like any other day. I went in about nine, cages were being cleaned and people were starting their day seeing to the animals. I noticed a pretty, ornate cage in the vet’s office and asked him about the parrot housed therein. He said the bird was being transferred to rescue, and his office was a much less stressful environment than the adoption floor. At about ten, I noticed one of our animal care people seeing to the bird and asked her about him. She said he was 27 years old, had been surrendered (circumstances unknown) and tried to get him to talk to me. He said “Okay, whatever!” (so cute!) All was well and things were going as usual.
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.
This young woman is by far the person who I admire most at our shelter. As a volunteer, she made me feel so welcome and kindly answered any questions that I had. Once I became employed there as the volunteer coordinator, she always had my back and offered me and my volunteers constant encouragement. In short, she was my favorite employee and now she was facing this personal crisis.
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.
So, why am I sharing this story here? Because Cheezland is SO dear and important to me. I know you all will, even though you don’t know this woman, put your prayers out there in the universe for her. I don’t know where else to go, it’s so obscure. My husband is sympathetic, but basically says “yeah, death sucks” and doesn’t understand the magnamity of it all for me. So I’m going to the place I know and love as my support group and security blanket–my Cheezland.
Thank you all for your love and support. Love you all, ‘Niser
*lolspeek awn* Fankeez mai cween! Heerz hoapin dat teh daze ahedd R nawt sew tuff.
*Bowz* Yoar loyal serbent,
‘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:
Ohai, deer frendz! Ai wantid tu let ebrywun noe, ai haz had a breef noet frum Mike Irwin, Dayle(ScarlettKitty)’s hubcat. Ai had askt ifn dere wuzza partikyoolur charitee dey fayvur, ifn enny Cheezies wantid tu mayk a donayshun in Dayle(ScarlettKitty)’s onnur. Him sed yesh, dere iz: D.I.G.G. ~ Decatur Is Growing Gardeners (http://www.decaturdigg.org/).
Ifn yoo wuld liek tu mayk a donayshun in Dayle’z onnur, plz tu emayo me at suburban.prairie@yahoo.com… dat’s suburban[dot]prairie[at]yahoo[dot]com… an ai will be happeh tu pass alawng Mike’s snayl-mayl address tu yoo. Yoo can alsew mayk yur donayshun onlion froo dere webbysite, butt dat duzzint seem tu let yoo say “Fur Mai Frend Dayle.”
Lubs yoo awl! {{{{{Cheezies}}}}}
SP
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:
“Today we lost our beautiful wife, mother and friend. Dayle’s spirit was strong, but her heart was just too weak to carry on.”
