Hello again to all,
Boy it has finally has happen after all of my time of working at Albertson's. I 'm rather super surprised that it finally did happen, but especially pleased that it finally did and it sure as heck couldn't of had happen to a nicer fellow. What the Sam heck am I talking about your all wondering huh? well here is one little clue GOD has always wanted this to occur for me and I can't be ANY happier for I just didn't know when it was gonna happen, just that it would! Okay enough with all of the riddles (boy in someway I do feel like that character of Bat Man's arch nemesis know as the Riddler don't know why, maybe it's because I just can't put it in a pun, but want to ol so badly I wanna) Today I had happen to run into all four of my closest Religious friends that come shopping at the store and the is ONE THING that is really cool about it all .I will get to that in a moment but here is who these four are by name: Carla Legg, June Bullent, Jean Emler, and Marty Armstrong. Now Jean and Marty know each other, because like me they go to Cathedral of Joy where I sometimes attend church and from time to time my Men Breakfast is there on Saturday mornings. Marty though now attends a whole other church, but I'm A-Okay with that as long as she is happy of with it. I have ALWAYS WILL LOVE these four women as close as I do my own family. And why is that because GOD tells us too yes of course and that's the main reason, but to me I have a whole other reason why I love them and here's why, Each makes ME see GOD in a bigger way than I alone see HIM and makes ME see especially if I'm ever down that there is always something worth reaching for no matter what and always after talking with each of them I come away smiling not just outside where all can see , but inside where I know GOD knows my heartfelt soul of whatever and knows just how to make me a broken vessel all the more richer. So the ONE other thing I was trying to bring up earlier is that they may not know how they know each other expect as I said with Marty and Jean that ONE thing is they all know a kind soul by knowing me.
Hey there,
Let me ask you something have you ever thought of the very last time you have used your imagination of when you were a little person known as a kid?, I had happen to met a little girl today that gives me hope that as adults we can learn to open our minds as any little tyke does. As I was bagging her mother's groceries she was telling me about her imaginary pet I looked at the mom that just was going and looking through her coupons as she was also listening to her child and yet she had her eyes light up for I think she was so surprised that her little one was talking to a stranger that she didn't know. Anyway I asked the little girl did she have a pet? she said "I, yes, an I have a imaginary one.." What is it I asked she said "it is a parrot" I was very interested because I couldn't for the life of me recall when I was last day dreaming like she was. She told me he flies everywhere in their car and is sitting on my hand pecking my finger as I was helping them. I then asked her well what does this Parrot eat she sad soda pop and candy, also he eats streaks as well" and I was already starting to smile just a little and then she added he drinks shampoo and eats soap as well...." I looked back the mother who gave me a slight smile after lightly tapping her palm to her forehead saying "silly girl". Yet after they left it got me to thinking, "Why is it as adults we in someway Small or mostly Largely we all tend to over look a child's whether they are our own or not as something very special in all that she or he does to entertain themselves and others with youthful innocence of what we lack not because we want to of something called imagination of the heart!"
Hello to all,
You never really can move on in a way of looking at life after someone you are related to has passed on. Last night into the wee hours of today I couldn't find a easy way to put at ease to my thoughts on the man who brought me Raymond Matthew Byrd into the world with the help of a young lady named Nancy Powers Byrd (Watson, now is her last name), my father was Micheal Joe Byrd. Over this past year I have been strong as one can be at recalling all the good things dad had done in his long but short time here on this place called earth. Some I have wrote about that are still in writing stages but I guess that's understandable right?, When I try to think of my dad now I really do see that he had it hard walk in understanding things like religion and how to truly understand the meaning of love even though he did as I have said before HIS best with how he did understanding it. The one thing I wish I could have asked him on a one on one was "How did you get along with my grandfather (his dad) named Raymond, from his own words even if they would have been like I suspect a son waiting to know of love from his father being lost thoughts of a time that he wished was better memories at least I would have had a way of looking at my own name sake with hope, (one day I will share what I know of my own thoughts on Raymond sometime...)" All I really know is I just feel so outta place today yet I will always remember why which is sadden with at least wanting to know a man
,I knew as my dad all the more now that he has passed on.
AH-HA, and you thought I was done with tricks or treats so close to after Halloween? ,Well in truth I am still yesterday I happen to come across a real scare if you will at Albly. What could it bee your wanting to know well sit back for a tale of spooky proportions featuring these Halloween
sound shaking toys. Before my lunch yesterday I saw that the people that were cleaning up the pumpkin display did all but sweep up the hay. So with only a few minutes before my lunch I had decided to get what they left undone, which was getting up all the hay. I went and got a roll of new plastic garbage liners and a broom and dustpan. After getting it up into one BIG pile I started dumping the hay into the trash, I had heard a very strange spooky sound coming from inside the can, and know that I had to find out what it was making the screaming noise I dug through the hay and found one those scary skeleton grim reapers. I put it into my pant pocket to start putting some more hay into the can. When I heard "I'm gonna KKKIIILLLL YYOOUU I was like "what the heck?,is there another one of those things in there, still?" so I dug once again in the can and sure as Scooby Doo is afraid of ghosts I found another one too. After getting all of the hay into the can I replaced the bag with one from the roll of the plastic bags I brought out, and took the one with the hay over to the Blockbuster /Starbucks garbage can on the other side of the store, all the while those two sound makers were going off in my pants I felt like I was wear haunted pants till I went to lunch eventually and put them in my bag above the lockers in the break room. Ah I bet you can't guess who I'm saving them for or can you?
