In my last post, I described a few more things I didn't like about working at Walmart. Here are a couple more to list, but they deserve their own post.
I got to the point that I actualy enjoyed working as a cashier. I was kept busy all day and didn't have as many problems moving the customers and ensuring I could do as much as possible without the involvement of the CSMs. I noticed other cashiers had issues with resolutions on their own and their lines were constantly getting backed up. This resulted in me generally exceeding my performance goals on a daily basis.
I enjoyed regular cashiering so much that it really bugged me to be sent to work the outlying registers, like the Layaway or the Return Desks.
Layaway wasn't really an issue when it came to ringing up the items the customers wanted to pay for later. I would enter in the customer's personal information, enter in the merchandise and create labels so we could identify them. They would then be taken to the storage area and catalogued so we could locate them later. It was also fine when customers just wanted to make a payment without retrieving their merchandise.
Between January and October, this wasn't too much of a hassle, as long as the storage location was properly entered in, along with the number of boxes the items were stored in. If all the information was accurate, it was easy to locate the customer's merchandise and bring it out when they were ready to pay the total amount and receive it. We would have a few hiccups from time to time, but I never had an incident in which we could not locate the merchandise.
However, for November and December, a LOT of customers were putting items into Layaway for Christmas. It exceeded our storage capacity in the back and we had to put the items in storage trailers outside. This was when we would encounter all kinds of problems with the documentation and storage of merchandise.
I was told that I was supposed to take the customer's final payment and then go look for their stuff. I had a few incidents in which I couldn't immediately find everything outside in the trailers. Sometimes, there would be a box that was put in a separate location or the item was moved since it was first put away to make room for larger items without changing the documentation. After this happened a few times, I waited until I came back to the desk with the item before I took the customer's payment.
One time, I went out to the trailer because there were supposed to be two boxes. I found one, but not the other. Another cashier came out and scolded me because I hadn't taken the payment. I told her I wanted to make sure I had the items because of the history of documentation not being accurate. I looked in the one box and found all the items on the ticket were in that one box, not two boxes. I showed this as exactly why I wouldn't take the final payment first.
I was working Layaway close to Christmastime when I wound up working more than six hours without a lunch break. The Assistant Manager wouldn't let me take my lunch. It didn't matter that there were about 20 customers waiting in Layaway, I started screaming at him that I needed to take my lunch. He still wouldn't let me go. (He was one of those First in Line twerps who had no awareness of California labor laws.)
But I didn't have to work Layaway that often. It was mostly unbearable before Christmas. I was surprised at how much I had to work the Return Desk.
People had to come see us if they wanted to return or exchange an item. If the customer had a receipt, it wasn't a problem most of the time. However, if you work the Return Desk on a regular basis, it starts to feel like everything you rang up at the front end was coming back to the Return Desk. It honestly felt like we weren't really making any money.
Not to mention that the Return Desks at the two Walmart locations I worked were consistently busy. There was ALWAYS a line! We had one cashier who transferred to San Diego from a store in Texas. She was flabbergasted that the staff just could not catch a break, even with four cashiers working the desk at once. She said that at her old store, there would be a few busy times, but they frequently had downtime to take care of all the go-backs and claims.
Once, I was asked to give a cashier at the Return Desk a break. I thought I was just going to be there 15 minutes. When she came back, I got ready to go. However, another cashier said I needed to stay so that ALL the Return cashiers could take their breaks. I got mad because the CSM did not indicate I was going to have to stay that long. So, I had to keep working the Returns for more than an hour until the other three had taken their breaks. (That's right. They didn't adhere to the 15 minute break they were supposed to take.) I got ready to go and the first cashier I had been sent to relieve said,"Oh, no! You can't go yet! It's time for my lunch!" I took my till and walked away. (Ugh! It was time for MY break!)
When a cashier works the Return Desk, they system won't account for your performance stats for that day, even if you just work Returns for 15 minutes. This could create a problem when it came to the annual performance review. I had one month in which I had no stats whatsoever because I had been sent to work in Returns at some point during every single shift.
And I'm not even going to get into the stories in which people tried to rip us off by returning items in exchange for cash or gift cards. I may revisit that topic sometime in the future.
I preferred the structured mayhem of the front end checkstands.
Tuesday, November 3, 2026
A few more things I didn't like about Walmart
I had previously posted a list of things that made working at Walmart a little less desirable compared to other jobs I'd had in the past. Here are a few more things to gripe about.
1. The bonus program
Every Walmart store had a profit sharing program. All the employees would get a year bonus based on the profits generated by the store. At the stores I worked at, it was generally about $600. But there were things that could affect the bonus, like if there were injuries to customers or staff. Those would reduce the amount significantly. This wasn't necessarily the problem. (We have to work hard to ensure a safe shopping and working experience.) The issue I had was the timing. Those bonuses would generally come out in March. In order to qualify for the bonus, you had to have been working for about the full year before. If you were hired for the holiday season, you wouldn't qualify for the bonus until the next year. However, if it was too early for you to get the bonus, you still benefited because they brought in a catered lunch for everyone the day the bonus checks were distributed. BUT, if you were hired between the end of January and March, you wouldn't qualify for TWO YEARS! So, this means that if they hired you in February, you had to watch everyone else get bonuses that first year. When the next March rolled around, you STILL didn't get a bonus. That free meal was not going to suffice. I don't know why the store didn't just put a freeze on hiring between the beginning of February and the time the bonuses were distributed. I had to field a call from an employee who had to watch everyone else wave their checks around two years in a row without getting anything. If they couldn't freeze hiring, they should have been able to at least give those employees left out some gift cards or something.
2. Revolving Assistant Managers
It was very common for Assistant Managers to be put in charge of different departments and eventually move around from store to store. I mentioned how we would frequently get Assistant Managers from other parts of the country to straighten up our stores' operations, which was really having to clean up the messes left by the previous Assistants. The really irritating thing about this is that we got very little heads up when an Assistant was going to be moving to another store. An announcement would be made during the daily store meetings (which cashiers were generally left out of). That announcement would come on the last day that Assistant Manager would be working at the store. This means that if you had some unfinished business with an Assistant Manager, it needed to be addressed that day. This would be difficult because the Assistant would typically have a lot of details to attend to before leaving for the next store. And if you happened to have the day off or were unable to attend that meeting, that meant you didn't find out about the departure until it was too late and you would have to start all over with your new Assistant Manager, who may be someone coming from a different part of the store, or a different part of the country. Why couldn't they give us more advance notice of these changes? What's even worse is that the Assistant Managers must know WEEKS in advance regarding their transfers and they should be sharing this with their Department Managers to avoid these hassles.
3. The Garden Center
Most Walmart stores have check out stations at their Garden Centers. This is supposed to make things easier for people buying plants and bags of soil and seeds to be able to buy their merchandise and quickly go out of the store. However, a large number of customers decide to use the Garden Center as an express check out (because the lines are typically shorter) without buying anything related to gardening. It's not a problem when we're not busy, but you'd think that if customers approached the check stand and see there's a line all the way to the back wall of the Garden Center for the two cashiers who are currently working, they would change their mind and go through the main check out. Once, I was working the Garden Center and needed a CSM to do an override and we couldn't make any progress for a full half hour because we could not get anyone to come all the way to the Garden Center.
4. Some of the Assistant Managers didn't seem to know the rules
When working as a cashier, we were told to not leave the check stand under almost any circumstances. If I needed to quickly assist a customer with something that didn't take me too far away, I would get yelled at for leaving the check stand. Sometimes, I would get an Assistant Manager who needed assistance with customers (because they didn't know how to resolve the issue themselves) and ask me to leave the check stand for an undetermined amount of time to attend to them. If I told the Assistant Manager I wasn't allowed to leave the check stand, they would yell at me for not doing what they asked. Yeah, you just couldn't win.
5. Sometimes, Assistant Managers could be helpful, but most of the time, they weren't
When I worked as a cashier in San Diego, it was not uncommon for an Assistant Manager to come to your station if you turned on the flashing light for assistance. If you needed an override, they had a 52 key and could resolve the issue. (They couldn't help with change.) However, I remember at the San Jose store, I saw a couple of Assistant Managers standing and chatting at the front end while all the cashier stations were going off like Christmas lights. And they just continued to stand there and chat while the CSMs were running around trying to take care of everybody.
As you will find out later, there was some other garbage that took place during my employment with Walmart that caused me to kind of burn my bridges with them. Those will be discussed later on in the blog.
1. The bonus program
Every Walmart store had a profit sharing program. All the employees would get a year bonus based on the profits generated by the store. At the stores I worked at, it was generally about $600. But there were things that could affect the bonus, like if there were injuries to customers or staff. Those would reduce the amount significantly. This wasn't necessarily the problem. (We have to work hard to ensure a safe shopping and working experience.) The issue I had was the timing. Those bonuses would generally come out in March. In order to qualify for the bonus, you had to have been working for about the full year before. If you were hired for the holiday season, you wouldn't qualify for the bonus until the next year. However, if it was too early for you to get the bonus, you still benefited because they brought in a catered lunch for everyone the day the bonus checks were distributed. BUT, if you were hired between the end of January and March, you wouldn't qualify for TWO YEARS! So, this means that if they hired you in February, you had to watch everyone else get bonuses that first year. When the next March rolled around, you STILL didn't get a bonus. That free meal was not going to suffice. I don't know why the store didn't just put a freeze on hiring between the beginning of February and the time the bonuses were distributed. I had to field a call from an employee who had to watch everyone else wave their checks around two years in a row without getting anything. If they couldn't freeze hiring, they should have been able to at least give those employees left out some gift cards or something.
2. Revolving Assistant Managers
It was very common for Assistant Managers to be put in charge of different departments and eventually move around from store to store. I mentioned how we would frequently get Assistant Managers from other parts of the country to straighten up our stores' operations, which was really having to clean up the messes left by the previous Assistants. The really irritating thing about this is that we got very little heads up when an Assistant was going to be moving to another store. An announcement would be made during the daily store meetings (which cashiers were generally left out of). That announcement would come on the last day that Assistant Manager would be working at the store. This means that if you had some unfinished business with an Assistant Manager, it needed to be addressed that day. This would be difficult because the Assistant would typically have a lot of details to attend to before leaving for the next store. And if you happened to have the day off or were unable to attend that meeting, that meant you didn't find out about the departure until it was too late and you would have to start all over with your new Assistant Manager, who may be someone coming from a different part of the store, or a different part of the country. Why couldn't they give us more advance notice of these changes? What's even worse is that the Assistant Managers must know WEEKS in advance regarding their transfers and they should be sharing this with their Department Managers to avoid these hassles.
3. The Garden Center
Most Walmart stores have check out stations at their Garden Centers. This is supposed to make things easier for people buying plants and bags of soil and seeds to be able to buy their merchandise and quickly go out of the store. However, a large number of customers decide to use the Garden Center as an express check out (because the lines are typically shorter) without buying anything related to gardening. It's not a problem when we're not busy, but you'd think that if customers approached the check stand and see there's a line all the way to the back wall of the Garden Center for the two cashiers who are currently working, they would change their mind and go through the main check out. Once, I was working the Garden Center and needed a CSM to do an override and we couldn't make any progress for a full half hour because we could not get anyone to come all the way to the Garden Center.
4. Some of the Assistant Managers didn't seem to know the rules
When working as a cashier, we were told to not leave the check stand under almost any circumstances. If I needed to quickly assist a customer with something that didn't take me too far away, I would get yelled at for leaving the check stand. Sometimes, I would get an Assistant Manager who needed assistance with customers (because they didn't know how to resolve the issue themselves) and ask me to leave the check stand for an undetermined amount of time to attend to them. If I told the Assistant Manager I wasn't allowed to leave the check stand, they would yell at me for not doing what they asked. Yeah, you just couldn't win.
5. Sometimes, Assistant Managers could be helpful, but most of the time, they weren't
When I worked as a cashier in San Diego, it was not uncommon for an Assistant Manager to come to your station if you turned on the flashing light for assistance. If you needed an override, they had a 52 key and could resolve the issue. (They couldn't help with change.) However, I remember at the San Jose store, I saw a couple of Assistant Managers standing and chatting at the front end while all the cashier stations were going off like Christmas lights. And they just continued to stand there and chat while the CSMs were running around trying to take care of everybody.
As you will find out later, there was some other garbage that took place during my employment with Walmart that caused me to kind of burn my bridges with them. Those will be discussed later on in the blog.
Monday, November 2, 2026
Back to the Blog
You may have noticed that this blog hasn't been very active during the past few years. I mostly just posted stuff around Christmas, just so I had at least one blog post a year. (Last year, I had three because of a personal situation arose and I wanted to document it right away. I had planned on doing more of those, but they just didn't happen.)
Essentially, what happened was that I was very bogged down with my work responsibilities and could not find time to concentrate on blogging on a regular basis. I was able to write a few articles, but I couldn't find time to produce a large number of them so that I could get ahead of the daily posting.
So, something has changed recently that will now allow me to produce a bank of articles so I shouldn't have gaps going into the future. I have retired from my most recent job. I am experiencing some major health issues (of which I will go into detail later on). These started to affect my ability to do my job at the level I expected to keep up with. I was also fed up with things I was required to do at work and had no heart to keep doing the same thing every day until I die. I had enough money in my retirement fund to support me the next few years, and hopefully, the removal of that stress will be better for me in the long run.
I will be picking up where I last left off on the regular blog posts, at the beginning of my relationship with Myz and my employment with Walmart.
I'm probably going to focus on my life's main story line and not delve so much into side quests, as I had in the past. This blog's style is probably going to be significantly different in the upcoming months.
I hope you enjoy it as much as you did before.
Wednesday, December 24, 2025
My First Viral Video
I'm not doing a Christmas post this year. I thought I'd share something that happened recently.
I've been posting videos on YouTube for more than 13 years. I post videos on a number of different topics, some of which related to this blog and my experiences with neurodiversity (although I haven't posted on that subject in years). Sometimes, they can consist of little jokes and observances. I was basically making YouTube Shorts in landscape mode.
I wasn't expecting much at first, but I was hoping that my audience would grow as I developed more content and I would get a clearer idea of the direction my channel was going to take. If I started getting a lot of followers, I could consider monetizing my channel. However, very few of my videos ever got more than a few dozen views. It looked like this was just going to remain a hobby.
One day, I shared a video that became my first actual YouTube Short. I was astonished at how quickly it racked up 14,000 views. In addition, it was getting more likes and comments than all my previous videos combined.
I started producing more Shorts. But I didn't get anywhere near as many views as I had on that first one. But they were averaging about a thousand views each, so I still saw this as an improvement over my previous posts. Eventually, I produced a Short that garnered 25,000 views on YouTube.
A few weeks ago, I was driving home from work on Southbound Highway 85 before the Union Avenue exit. There is a bridge overhead that frequently sees demonstrations over various policital issues. They were there before the recent 2025 California General Election. But this time, their signs said, "Honk if you're not in the Epstein Files." I quickly thought of a joke and recorded it. I then posted it on YouTube. After I got home, I posted it on my Facebook page, and it was simultaneousy posted on Instagram.
I managed to rack up 7,000 views within 24 hours on YouTube. That was way better than average. But I didn't really pay attention to it for a couple of days. I later went on Instagram and was shocked beyond belief that it had acquired more than 400,000 views! Not to mention that it had thousands of likes and more than 100 comments. In addition, I'd gotten about 30 additional followers because of this video. And the number continued to increase above 765,000 views. It's pretty much slowed down, but I continue to slowly get more views and likes.
All of a sudden, the pressure was on to create more content. I couldn't think of anything new that I could immediately post, so I would find some of my old short videos and redo them for the YouTube Shorts format. I also made sure these would post on Instagram. Sadly, nothing else is hitting like the Epstein video. I am getting more views than average, but I don't think I'll get another viral hit like this right away.
And that really burns me up. I've often heard stories about artists (music and otherwise) who would work really hard on their craft, but find that their most popular and enduring work is the stuff they basically slapped together in a short amount of time without a lot of thought. For me, this was just a joke on the fly. But I guess that the combination of politics, sex and crime created a perfect storm that was hard for everyone to ignore. It is rather irritating that the social media projects I put a lot of thought and planning behind don't get much traction. This would apply to the "A Liberal Christian" project (which was all done before YouTube Shorts became a thing) and my efforts to get Democrats to temporarily change their registration so they could vote against Trump in the primary (which were ALL YouTube Shorts). If 700,000 people saw those videos, I could have really made a difference.
So, I don't know when I'll get lucky like this again.
Friday, July 11, 2025
The Bully That Wasn't, Part Two
In yesterday's post, I went into detail about how a boy named Shad, whom I had known since the 5th grade, wound up getting involved in an armed robbery and murder when he was 16 years old. Today, I'm going to focus on what happened after he went to prison.
One thing I didn't mention yesterday was how brutal the incident was. The restaurant owner was shot five times when he was killed. The wife suffered from four gunshot wounds. So, this was not a case of "Oops! My gun accidentally went off!" or "I fired a warning shot and it hit you!" What happened next shouldn't come as a surprise.
I would imagine that Shad was counting down the days until he hit the 15-year mark and he would get released. During this time, there were reportedly several incidents of him getting his hands on drugs and getting high in prison. Around the 13-year mark, he may have realized that he wasn't going to be released after all. He filed a motion claiming that his public defender didn't properly explain the consequences of the sentencing and that he wouldn't have agreed to the plea bargain if he'd understood that he wouldn't actually get out in 15 years. There was a transcript of Shad's appearance during the plea, in which the judge at the time asked him if he understood that the 15-year release was no guarantee. Shad appeared to agree with everything during the proceeding. The motion was denied.
(And I would imagine that the public defender really didn't want to represent Shad at trial, considering the nature of the crime. The public defender was just doing what could be done to avoid the death penalty and probably misconstrued the truth about early release in order to get Shad to accept the plea agreement.)
After this point, Shad became more of a model prisoner and took measures to improve himself by taking courses and helping other inmates. After he had served 30 years, he was eligible for parole. But he was denied. The surviving wife testified to the parole board. (And I should mention that #2 was also eligible for parole at the same time.) I saw an article in which the wife stated she would show up and speak to the parole board every time the two of them were up for consideration. Parole was denied four more times over the course of the next few years.
The ACLU got involved in Shad's case to work toward keeping offenders under 18 from getting life in prison. I couldn't confirm this, but it would appear that the wife passed away before Shad's sixth parole hearing took place. Parole was approved for Shad and #2. Shad had spent 40 years in prison up to this point and was released.
In an interview following his release, Shad complained about the attitude of the parole board during the earlier proceedings and that they just weren't paying attention to him while he was making his case. Did anyone explain to him that the wife testified? Was the board not supposed to take her pain and suffering into account when considering parole for Shad?
That's the real issue. In everything I read and watched about Shad's case, I don't see him taking responsibility for what happened or showing any regret over his past. He just appears to blame peer pressure for his situation. You'd think after 40 years, he'd say something like, "I'm sorry for what I did. That was a big mistake and I should have known better. I blame myself."
Another thing came up during Shad's release. He claims to have moved around and gone to 12 different schools in the five years after he turned 10. So, four of those would have been Central Elementary, Zia Intermediate, Park Junior High and Artesia High School. But I don't know what the other eight schools would have been. Like I said yesterday, I wasn't aware of there being a time in which he wasn't in school in Artesia. But I wasn't tracking his attendance every day. And his father's obituary seems to indicate that he never left Artesia after moving there. Unless Shad was constantly being passed around to different relatives during this time, I don't see how he could have possibly been enrolled in that many schools.
Now, Shad's path to freedom doesn't end here. About six months after being on the outside, Shad became friends with a 19-year-old woman. The nature of the friendship isn't clear, but he was with her when she was arrested for armed robbery. Since Shad was not supposed to associate with criminals, he was also arrested for a parole violation.
Shad was supposedly not aware the woman had been involved in an armed robbery. Shad was denied representation and there was no appeals process for parole violation arrests. He wound up going back to prison (the same prison he had been released from) and was there for at least six months. The ACLU was able to step in and help, but there were a lot of roadblocks to getting him released.
(And it wouldn't surprise me to find out that the only reason the woman became friends with him was that she was planning to blame the robbery on him. I'll bet she actually attempted this and investigators probably laughed in her face.)
It looks like Shad eventually settled into a normal life. I see he had set up Facebook and Instagram accounts. (And #2 is one of his friends.)
And I recently saw online that people in the community where the murder took place still talk about it 40 years later. It had that kind of impact.
I was kind of worried that Shad would try to reach out to me to make amends (like you're required to do in a 12-step program). I was more concerned about having to pretend I didn't know he was in prison for 40 years. But I came to realize that Shad was likely the kind of person who would not make amends.
I seriously doubt I will ever hear from him.
One thing I didn't mention yesterday was how brutal the incident was. The restaurant owner was shot five times when he was killed. The wife suffered from four gunshot wounds. So, this was not a case of "Oops! My gun accidentally went off!" or "I fired a warning shot and it hit you!" What happened next shouldn't come as a surprise.
I would imagine that Shad was counting down the days until he hit the 15-year mark and he would get released. During this time, there were reportedly several incidents of him getting his hands on drugs and getting high in prison. Around the 13-year mark, he may have realized that he wasn't going to be released after all. He filed a motion claiming that his public defender didn't properly explain the consequences of the sentencing and that he wouldn't have agreed to the plea bargain if he'd understood that he wouldn't actually get out in 15 years. There was a transcript of Shad's appearance during the plea, in which the judge at the time asked him if he understood that the 15-year release was no guarantee. Shad appeared to agree with everything during the proceeding. The motion was denied.
(And I would imagine that the public defender really didn't want to represent Shad at trial, considering the nature of the crime. The public defender was just doing what could be done to avoid the death penalty and probably misconstrued the truth about early release in order to get Shad to accept the plea agreement.)
After this point, Shad became more of a model prisoner and took measures to improve himself by taking courses and helping other inmates. After he had served 30 years, he was eligible for parole. But he was denied. The surviving wife testified to the parole board. (And I should mention that #2 was also eligible for parole at the same time.) I saw an article in which the wife stated she would show up and speak to the parole board every time the two of them were up for consideration. Parole was denied four more times over the course of the next few years.
The ACLU got involved in Shad's case to work toward keeping offenders under 18 from getting life in prison. I couldn't confirm this, but it would appear that the wife passed away before Shad's sixth parole hearing took place. Parole was approved for Shad and #2. Shad had spent 40 years in prison up to this point and was released.
In an interview following his release, Shad complained about the attitude of the parole board during the earlier proceedings and that they just weren't paying attention to him while he was making his case. Did anyone explain to him that the wife testified? Was the board not supposed to take her pain and suffering into account when considering parole for Shad?
That's the real issue. In everything I read and watched about Shad's case, I don't see him taking responsibility for what happened or showing any regret over his past. He just appears to blame peer pressure for his situation. You'd think after 40 years, he'd say something like, "I'm sorry for what I did. That was a big mistake and I should have known better. I blame myself."
Another thing came up during Shad's release. He claims to have moved around and gone to 12 different schools in the five years after he turned 10. So, four of those would have been Central Elementary, Zia Intermediate, Park Junior High and Artesia High School. But I don't know what the other eight schools would have been. Like I said yesterday, I wasn't aware of there being a time in which he wasn't in school in Artesia. But I wasn't tracking his attendance every day. And his father's obituary seems to indicate that he never left Artesia after moving there. Unless Shad was constantly being passed around to different relatives during this time, I don't see how he could have possibly been enrolled in that many schools.
Now, Shad's path to freedom doesn't end here. About six months after being on the outside, Shad became friends with a 19-year-old woman. The nature of the friendship isn't clear, but he was with her when she was arrested for armed robbery. Since Shad was not supposed to associate with criminals, he was also arrested for a parole violation.
Shad was supposedly not aware the woman had been involved in an armed robbery. Shad was denied representation and there was no appeals process for parole violation arrests. He wound up going back to prison (the same prison he had been released from) and was there for at least six months. The ACLU was able to step in and help, but there were a lot of roadblocks to getting him released.
(And it wouldn't surprise me to find out that the only reason the woman became friends with him was that she was planning to blame the robbery on him. I'll bet she actually attempted this and investigators probably laughed in her face.)
It looks like Shad eventually settled into a normal life. I see he had set up Facebook and Instagram accounts. (And #2 is one of his friends.)
And I recently saw online that people in the community where the murder took place still talk about it 40 years later. It had that kind of impact.
I was kind of worried that Shad would try to reach out to me to make amends (like you're required to do in a 12-step program). I was more concerned about having to pretend I didn't know he was in prison for 40 years. But I came to realize that Shad was likely the kind of person who would not make amends.
I seriously doubt I will ever hear from him.
Thursday, July 10, 2025
The Bully That Wasn't, Part One
I'm not back to blogging on a daily basis. I just wanted to get this one out because something caused this incident to rise to the surface. This was an article I had planned for a Friday post, but I needed to produce enough articles to build up some steam for a full comeback.
I had ignored this incident during the teenage years era of the blog. I had kind of forgotten it had happened, but then I remembered the individual involved and looked him up on the internet. I was very surprised at the way his life had turned out.
I first met Shad in 1974, when I first started attending Central Elementary school. He was shorter than me, but stout. He was in the other 5th grade class. We weren't really friends, but we didn't really get much of a chance to get to know each other. I really just remember once during recess, the boys from both classes were organized together to play keepaway. I noticed he ended up handling the ball less than I did. I really didn't like that my teammates didn't trust me with the ball. It wouldn't have surprised me to find out that he felt the same way about his team. Outside of this, I didn't feel like I had enough common ground with him to try to be his friend. All I knew about him was that he wasn't very smart and he didn't talk much.
I would sporadically see him from time to time as we attended Zia Intermediate for 6th and 7th grades and then Park Junior High for 8th and 9th grades. I don't recall a time that he wasn't going to school in Artesia (in that he might have moved in and out of Artesia).
So I was surprised when I was riding my bike around downtown Artesia and he approached me. He started saying mean stuff to me, and I couldn't figure out what was going on. He was trying to threaten me, I guess. I was bewildered. I didn't know what he was trying to say or wanted to do. Was he trying to start a fight? Why? What did I do to him?
I guess he wanted to bully me, and I was probably the only person he felt like he could bully. What was weird was that he never did anything at school. He would only try to give me grief if he saw me around somewhere outside of school. But I didn't consider him a bully. I knew that if he started to get physical with me, I would be able to take him.
I guess he figured out he really couldn't do anything to me, so he turned his sights on my brother Loyd. Loyd had just purchased some candy. Shad went up to him and threatened to beat him up if he didn't give him the candy. From Loyd's perspective, Shad appeared much bigger than him, so he gave him the candy and came home.
Later, Mom asked me if I knew Shad and said something about the encounter Loyd had with him. I mentioned that he had been acting like a jerk to me for pretty much no reason. She said something to the effect that he didn't have life so good at his home and he was taking it out on me and Loyd. I didn't know why he thought we had things better than him. He wasn't being forced to work at Dad's apartments. Shad came to our front door later and apologized for taking the candy. I wasn't in the porch area when this transpired. I was just looking out from the foyer.
I didn't have too many encounters with him after that. All he did was continue to act like a jerk if we saw each other. I once drove my car past the high school with Rad in the passenger seat. Shad threw a rock at my car from across the street. It hit the undercarriage. I stopped the car and glared at him. "Did I hit your car? "YES!" "GOOD!" I told Rad who he was and that he had once stolen candy from Loyd. That wound up being the last time I remember seeing Shad.
A few years ago, I remembered the stuff that happened with Shad and I was kind of curious about what happened to that guy. I had already passed my high school years in the blog, so I wasn't looking to go back and revisit it during this phase. It was surprisingly easy to find him on the Internet. And I was rather shocked by what I found.
(I should take time to point out that I normally don't go into detail about the bad stuff someone has done unless it actually affects me. And this did affect me because I was worried for awhile that Shad was going to attempt to reach out to me.)
So it turns out that about a year after my last encounter with Shad, he was involved in an armed robbery and murder that took place at a fast food restaurant in a small town.
From what I could gather from archived newspaper articles, this is what happened: One Sunday morning, Shad and another person (who I'll refer to as #2) went into the restaurant and held the owner and his wife at gunpoint. Supposedly, the owner begged for his life and told the two to take whatever they wanted. They went ahead and shot the owner and his wife, took $100 out of the register, got the owner's car keys, stole the car and drove to the next state over. The owner died, but the wife survived and was able to tell police what happened. (And there's no information about who shot who.)
(And I should point out that it's apparent that no one knew what they were doing. The morning would be a terrible time to try to rob a restaurant in a small town. Breakfast at a fast food restaurant averaged about $2 a person back then, so there couldn't have been much cash available at that time, even if 50 people had come in. However, it is likely that $100 was the most cash they'd ever held in their hands.)
Police in both states were alerted about the car they needed to be on the lookout for. About an hour later in the next state over, officers saw the car and gave chase. Shad and #2 drove off the Interstate onto a gravel road. There happened to be another officer on that road and he was alerted that the suspects were headed his way. He blocked the road with his car. When Shad and #2 were coming toward the officer, one of them reportedly leaned out the passenger side window and fired shots at the police car. The officer was not hit, but bullets went through the windshield. They then ran into the officer's car head on, got out of their car and ran off. After about an hour, officers searched the area and had them surrounded. They then surrendered and were arrested.
They were both extradicted to where the murder took place. Even though he was a teenager, Shad was charged as an adult. He entered a plea agreement and received a sentence of 30 years to life in prison. (Shad was supposedly encouraged to enter into this plea deal by his public defender, who said that he would avoid getting the death penalty and would likely get out in 15 years.) #2 had a trial and was found guilty. He received the death penalty. However, that penalty was overturned due to errors made in the sentencing phase.
It should be mentioned at this point that there was a third person involved in all this. (I'll call him #3.) Shad, #2 and #3 were all residents in a drug rehab program. #3 had a car and was getting ready to leave the rehab program. Supposedly, Shad and #2 invited themselves to come along. #3 thought they were going to want to be dropped off at a location along the way, but they continued to want to ride with him to his destination.
When they got to the small town, #3 allegedly ordered Shad and #2 to go in and rob the restaurant and kill the owner, and threatened to kill them if they didn't follow through. (And I'm assuming that everyone had guns in their possession at this point.) #3 appeared to have taken off after they went inside the restaurant.
Both Shad and #2 said that #3 was the person who planned the robbery and murder. As a result, #3 was arrested. During his trial, Shad testified about what #3 had told them prior to the robbery and murder. #3 took the stand in his own defense. He stated that he witnessed the robbery, but left after that. He did not witness the murder. In addition, the wife was not able to identify #3 as being at the scene. As a result, #3 was found not guilty.
Now, I have no idea if #3 actually threatened Shad and #2 into the robbery and murder. But I'll bet Shad was shocked at the outcome of the trial. He and #2 probably wanted to bring #3 down with them and they failed. I was not able to find out anything about #3's whereabouts after the trial.
(And I should point out that it really wouldn't have mattered if Shad and #2 had properly been sentenced to death. In 1986, Governor Toney Anaya commuted all current death penalties to life sentences before the end of his term.)
This all came to light recently when Loyd texted me to tell me about the recent flooding in Texas. A friend of his was trying to find his son. Rescuers wouldn't do anything for him because they were looking for the girls who drowned, so his friend went and got his son himself. Loyd said I would likely do the same for my son.
Loyd then recounted his encounter with Shad. He said that Dad always said he wouldn't fight our battles for us, but Loyd came home and told Dad about the big kid who stole his candy. He said that Dad ran out of the house without his shirt and took Loyd in the pickup. They found Shad four blocks away, eating the candy. Dad supposedly pushed Shad to the ground. Shad yelled, "I'm just a kid. I'm going to tell the cops what you just did!" Dad responded with, "The cops are afraid of me! Never come around my son again!" I was not aware Dad had gotten involved prior to Mom telling me about what happened with Loyd.
I immediately called Loyd and told him what I knew about the kid who stole his candy and what happened to him. After I told him when the robbery and murder had taken place, Loyd responded with, "That was just a couple of years after he took the candy from me! He was just a bad kid!"
And there was a lot more that happened to Shad after he was incarcerated. I'll go into detail about that tomorrow.
I had ignored this incident during the teenage years era of the blog. I had kind of forgotten it had happened, but then I remembered the individual involved and looked him up on the internet. I was very surprised at the way his life had turned out.
I first met Shad in 1974, when I first started attending Central Elementary school. He was shorter than me, but stout. He was in the other 5th grade class. We weren't really friends, but we didn't really get much of a chance to get to know each other. I really just remember once during recess, the boys from both classes were organized together to play keepaway. I noticed he ended up handling the ball less than I did. I really didn't like that my teammates didn't trust me with the ball. It wouldn't have surprised me to find out that he felt the same way about his team. Outside of this, I didn't feel like I had enough common ground with him to try to be his friend. All I knew about him was that he wasn't very smart and he didn't talk much.
I would sporadically see him from time to time as we attended Zia Intermediate for 6th and 7th grades and then Park Junior High for 8th and 9th grades. I don't recall a time that he wasn't going to school in Artesia (in that he might have moved in and out of Artesia).
So I was surprised when I was riding my bike around downtown Artesia and he approached me. He started saying mean stuff to me, and I couldn't figure out what was going on. He was trying to threaten me, I guess. I was bewildered. I didn't know what he was trying to say or wanted to do. Was he trying to start a fight? Why? What did I do to him?
I guess he wanted to bully me, and I was probably the only person he felt like he could bully. What was weird was that he never did anything at school. He would only try to give me grief if he saw me around somewhere outside of school. But I didn't consider him a bully. I knew that if he started to get physical with me, I would be able to take him.
I guess he figured out he really couldn't do anything to me, so he turned his sights on my brother Loyd. Loyd had just purchased some candy. Shad went up to him and threatened to beat him up if he didn't give him the candy. From Loyd's perspective, Shad appeared much bigger than him, so he gave him the candy and came home.
Later, Mom asked me if I knew Shad and said something about the encounter Loyd had with him. I mentioned that he had been acting like a jerk to me for pretty much no reason. She said something to the effect that he didn't have life so good at his home and he was taking it out on me and Loyd. I didn't know why he thought we had things better than him. He wasn't being forced to work at Dad's apartments. Shad came to our front door later and apologized for taking the candy. I wasn't in the porch area when this transpired. I was just looking out from the foyer.
I didn't have too many encounters with him after that. All he did was continue to act like a jerk if we saw each other. I once drove my car past the high school with Rad in the passenger seat. Shad threw a rock at my car from across the street. It hit the undercarriage. I stopped the car and glared at him. "Did I hit your car? "YES!" "GOOD!" I told Rad who he was and that he had once stolen candy from Loyd. That wound up being the last time I remember seeing Shad.
A few years ago, I remembered the stuff that happened with Shad and I was kind of curious about what happened to that guy. I had already passed my high school years in the blog, so I wasn't looking to go back and revisit it during this phase. It was surprisingly easy to find him on the Internet. And I was rather shocked by what I found.
(I should take time to point out that I normally don't go into detail about the bad stuff someone has done unless it actually affects me. And this did affect me because I was worried for awhile that Shad was going to attempt to reach out to me.)
So it turns out that about a year after my last encounter with Shad, he was involved in an armed robbery and murder that took place at a fast food restaurant in a small town.
From what I could gather from archived newspaper articles, this is what happened: One Sunday morning, Shad and another person (who I'll refer to as #2) went into the restaurant and held the owner and his wife at gunpoint. Supposedly, the owner begged for his life and told the two to take whatever they wanted. They went ahead and shot the owner and his wife, took $100 out of the register, got the owner's car keys, stole the car and drove to the next state over. The owner died, but the wife survived and was able to tell police what happened. (And there's no information about who shot who.)
(And I should point out that it's apparent that no one knew what they were doing. The morning would be a terrible time to try to rob a restaurant in a small town. Breakfast at a fast food restaurant averaged about $2 a person back then, so there couldn't have been much cash available at that time, even if 50 people had come in. However, it is likely that $100 was the most cash they'd ever held in their hands.)
Police in both states were alerted about the car they needed to be on the lookout for. About an hour later in the next state over, officers saw the car and gave chase. Shad and #2 drove off the Interstate onto a gravel road. There happened to be another officer on that road and he was alerted that the suspects were headed his way. He blocked the road with his car. When Shad and #2 were coming toward the officer, one of them reportedly leaned out the passenger side window and fired shots at the police car. The officer was not hit, but bullets went through the windshield. They then ran into the officer's car head on, got out of their car and ran off. After about an hour, officers searched the area and had them surrounded. They then surrendered and were arrested.
They were both extradicted to where the murder took place. Even though he was a teenager, Shad was charged as an adult. He entered a plea agreement and received a sentence of 30 years to life in prison. (Shad was supposedly encouraged to enter into this plea deal by his public defender, who said that he would avoid getting the death penalty and would likely get out in 15 years.) #2 had a trial and was found guilty. He received the death penalty. However, that penalty was overturned due to errors made in the sentencing phase.
It should be mentioned at this point that there was a third person involved in all this. (I'll call him #3.) Shad, #2 and #3 were all residents in a drug rehab program. #3 had a car and was getting ready to leave the rehab program. Supposedly, Shad and #2 invited themselves to come along. #3 thought they were going to want to be dropped off at a location along the way, but they continued to want to ride with him to his destination.
When they got to the small town, #3 allegedly ordered Shad and #2 to go in and rob the restaurant and kill the owner, and threatened to kill them if they didn't follow through. (And I'm assuming that everyone had guns in their possession at this point.) #3 appeared to have taken off after they went inside the restaurant.
Both Shad and #2 said that #3 was the person who planned the robbery and murder. As a result, #3 was arrested. During his trial, Shad testified about what #3 had told them prior to the robbery and murder. #3 took the stand in his own defense. He stated that he witnessed the robbery, but left after that. He did not witness the murder. In addition, the wife was not able to identify #3 as being at the scene. As a result, #3 was found not guilty.
Now, I have no idea if #3 actually threatened Shad and #2 into the robbery and murder. But I'll bet Shad was shocked at the outcome of the trial. He and #2 probably wanted to bring #3 down with them and they failed. I was not able to find out anything about #3's whereabouts after the trial.
(And I should point out that it really wouldn't have mattered if Shad and #2 had properly been sentenced to death. In 1986, Governor Toney Anaya commuted all current death penalties to life sentences before the end of his term.)
This all came to light recently when Loyd texted me to tell me about the recent flooding in Texas. A friend of his was trying to find his son. Rescuers wouldn't do anything for him because they were looking for the girls who drowned, so his friend went and got his son himself. Loyd said I would likely do the same for my son.
Loyd then recounted his encounter with Shad. He said that Dad always said he wouldn't fight our battles for us, but Loyd came home and told Dad about the big kid who stole his candy. He said that Dad ran out of the house without his shirt and took Loyd in the pickup. They found Shad four blocks away, eating the candy. Dad supposedly pushed Shad to the ground. Shad yelled, "I'm just a kid. I'm going to tell the cops what you just did!" Dad responded with, "The cops are afraid of me! Never come around my son again!" I was not aware Dad had gotten involved prior to Mom telling me about what happened with Loyd.
I immediately called Loyd and told him what I knew about the kid who stole his candy and what happened to him. After I told him when the robbery and murder had taken place, Loyd responded with, "That was just a couple of years after he took the candy from me! He was just a bad kid!"
And there was a lot more that happened to Shad after he was incarcerated. I'll go into detail about that tomorrow.
Tuesday, December 24, 2024
Fayd vs. Santa Claus
(Please note: I'm kind of skipping way ahead here to present day. I thought this was worth writing about.)
When I was a kid, I absolutely believed in Santa Claus. I bought into all of the lore: Coming down the chimney (even though we never had one), reindeer on the rooftop, sneaking around in the middle of the night, filling our stockings and providing my brother and me with gifts that my parents swore they couldn't afford.
I remember some Christmas Eves in which it was difficult for me to even fall asleep. I was so excited about the prospect of being deemed a good little boy and being showered with presents as a reward. I recall one night in which I was laying down in my Aunt Cind's room and started hallucinating about the Three Kings. (And Mom and Dad wondered why I appeared to be so grouchy the first thing those mornings.)
That all changed after the Christmas in which I was 10 years old. I realized the truth about Santa. However, Loyd still believed, so I still kind of had to go along with it. But I wasn't going to lose any sleep over Santa again.
I remember a "Bad News...Good News" cartoon in Mad Magazine. In the first panel, it said, "Bad News is finding out there's no Santa Claus." The second panel said, "Good News is finding out it doesn't make a difference" and showing a boy under the Christmas tree with a lot of gifts. That's pretty much how it was for me and Loyd. We were still greeted with large presents on Christmas morning, regardless of whether we believed in Santa. The only bad thing was that when we were teenagers, Mom and Dad still insisted that we wake up early on Christmas morning, even though there were no other little kids in the house. I was REALLY grouchy then.
But one thing I did like about how Christmas was done by my parents was that Loyd and I were always aware of who was giving us gifts. We knew that only the special Christmas morning gifts and stockings stuffers were provided by Santa. All the other gifts were clearly labeled who they were for and who they were from. Santa was not going to be used as an excuse to avoid writing thank you notes.
So I frequently wondered how I would handle Christmas when I grew up and had kids. I certainly did not like my sleepless Christmas Eves of anxiety and wouldn't wish them on anyone else. After Boyd was born and we had experienced his first Christmas, I had a discussion with Myz. I told her I would prefer if Boyd didn't absolutely believe in Santa. I didn't know how we were going to get it to work, but I didn't want him to believe that Christmas was all about Santa. We never came to any real consensus about it, but we knew that we wouldn't have to worry about it for a couple of years.
That and the next two Christmases were spent with Marina's younger brother, his wife and their daughter Quyd (Boyd's cousin), who was five months older than Boyd (and experienced her first Christmas when she was a month old). Those holidays went off without incident and we didn't have to do anything special for Christmas morning. We just had to wake up, wait for other family members to arrive and then open presents.
But that all changed for Christmas 2016. Boyd was three years old and Quyd had just turned four. They had both watched enough TV in December to know that somebody was supposed to come down the chimney in the middle of the night and deliver presents. They were excitedly talking about Santa coming. I hadn't anticipated that they were going to understand this. I didn't know what we were going to do. We hadn't gotten them anything special. In addition, I was prepared to try to explain the Santa thing to one child, but I wasn't going to be able to do that with a child who wasn't mine. It looked like we were stuck.
On top of that, I had to hope that no one questioned how Santa was going to get out of the fireplace without breaking his neck:
Fortunately, Boyd fell asleep that night without any issue. Myz went out into the living room for a bit. I thought she was setting something up and waited for her to come back. When she did, I went into the living room. Imagine my surprise when I saw a cup of milk and a little bag of Oreo Minis there and NOTHING ELSE! I rushed back in the bedroom. Myz hadn't fallen asleep yet. "Hunny! There's nothing from Santa out there!" "Well, no, we don't have anything!" "We can't do that! The kids are expecting something!"
Myz and I went back out. We already had stockings sitting out with their names on them (along with other ones for the rest of the family). Fortunately, we had a couple of candy canes that we were going to give the kids the next day. We put those in their stockings and grabbed bananas and apples to fill the rest out. We didn't have any little toys or other gifts to put in, so it was all food items.
I also got out a piece of printer paper and quickly wrote a note from "Santa" to Boyd and Quyd, telling them they had been good and wishing them a Merry Christmas. I hoped they weren't expecting more.
As it turned out, I had a hard time falling asleep that night, worried about the reaction of the kids.
We were still in bed the next morning when we suddenly heard a SHRIEK from the living room. Boyd got up out of bed. I scrambled to grab my phone so I could take video and pictures.
Quyd was screaming, "He came! He came!" She held up the note and somehow, she seemed to be able to read what it said.
They were both excited about they had received. I was relieved. After this, I realized that all we needed to do was just fill their stockings. We would likely put other things like toys and other knick-knacks, but we weren't going to have to go overboard and set something special up each year. It looked like we had reached the perfect compromise between doing nothing and killing ourselves for the kids each year.
However, Myz decided to add a new twist for the next year. in 2017, Quyd and her family no longer lived with us, but we still planned to fill her stocking as they still lived in the same town and would be coming by to spend Christmas Day with us. I had shown Myz a YouTube video of parents who had left snowy footprints in their living room. I just thought it was funny. I didn't present it as a Christmas morning routine that we should co-opt. That year, Myz got a can of spray snow and put footprints on our carpet.
When Boyd woke up the next morning and saw the footprints, he said, "Somebody's going to have to clean that up!"
We did the footprints again the next year, but the spray snow can ran out. For 2020, I pretended that Santa couldn't leave snow footprints because of COVID-19 and left paper footprints instead. Boyd still seemed happy about it. We did the same for 2021, but I stopped doing that in 2022.
One year, Myz wanted to put a Nintendo Switch in the stocking. I didn't want to do that because it meant we were going to have to outdo that the next year. However, Myz couldn't get it to fit in the stocking, so it just became a gift from Mom and Dad. I was relieved.
A few years ago, I was discussing our Christmas routine with a co-worker. I mentioned that Santa only puts gifts in the stockings at our house. Her eyes widened, like she just realized that she didn't have to go crazy for Christmas all those years with her kids (who were already adults).
Boyd is now 11 and he's started to get a little cynical about Santa Claus. He says he'll continue to believe until he's 13, but I think the end is going to come a lot sooner than that.
And what's going to happen to the blog a this point? I don't know. Things are very complicated in my life that I don't have much time to myself to work on it.
At least I still do one post a year.
When I was a kid, I absolutely believed in Santa Claus. I bought into all of the lore: Coming down the chimney (even though we never had one), reindeer on the rooftop, sneaking around in the middle of the night, filling our stockings and providing my brother and me with gifts that my parents swore they couldn't afford.
I remember some Christmas Eves in which it was difficult for me to even fall asleep. I was so excited about the prospect of being deemed a good little boy and being showered with presents as a reward. I recall one night in which I was laying down in my Aunt Cind's room and started hallucinating about the Three Kings. (And Mom and Dad wondered why I appeared to be so grouchy the first thing those mornings.)
That all changed after the Christmas in which I was 10 years old. I realized the truth about Santa. However, Loyd still believed, so I still kind of had to go along with it. But I wasn't going to lose any sleep over Santa again.
I remember a "Bad News...Good News" cartoon in Mad Magazine. In the first panel, it said, "Bad News is finding out there's no Santa Claus." The second panel said, "Good News is finding out it doesn't make a difference" and showing a boy under the Christmas tree with a lot of gifts. That's pretty much how it was for me and Loyd. We were still greeted with large presents on Christmas morning, regardless of whether we believed in Santa. The only bad thing was that when we were teenagers, Mom and Dad still insisted that we wake up early on Christmas morning, even though there were no other little kids in the house. I was REALLY grouchy then.
But one thing I did like about how Christmas was done by my parents was that Loyd and I were always aware of who was giving us gifts. We knew that only the special Christmas morning gifts and stockings stuffers were provided by Santa. All the other gifts were clearly labeled who they were for and who they were from. Santa was not going to be used as an excuse to avoid writing thank you notes.
So I frequently wondered how I would handle Christmas when I grew up and had kids. I certainly did not like my sleepless Christmas Eves of anxiety and wouldn't wish them on anyone else. After Boyd was born and we had experienced his first Christmas, I had a discussion with Myz. I told her I would prefer if Boyd didn't absolutely believe in Santa. I didn't know how we were going to get it to work, but I didn't want him to believe that Christmas was all about Santa. We never came to any real consensus about it, but we knew that we wouldn't have to worry about it for a couple of years.
That and the next two Christmases were spent with Marina's younger brother, his wife and their daughter Quyd (Boyd's cousin), who was five months older than Boyd (and experienced her first Christmas when she was a month old). Those holidays went off without incident and we didn't have to do anything special for Christmas morning. We just had to wake up, wait for other family members to arrive and then open presents.
But that all changed for Christmas 2016. Boyd was three years old and Quyd had just turned four. They had both watched enough TV in December to know that somebody was supposed to come down the chimney in the middle of the night and deliver presents. They were excitedly talking about Santa coming. I hadn't anticipated that they were going to understand this. I didn't know what we were going to do. We hadn't gotten them anything special. In addition, I was prepared to try to explain the Santa thing to one child, but I wasn't going to be able to do that with a child who wasn't mine. It looked like we were stuck.
On top of that, I had to hope that no one questioned how Santa was going to get out of the fireplace without breaking his neck:
Fortunately, Boyd fell asleep that night without any issue. Myz went out into the living room for a bit. I thought she was setting something up and waited for her to come back. When she did, I went into the living room. Imagine my surprise when I saw a cup of milk and a little bag of Oreo Minis there and NOTHING ELSE! I rushed back in the bedroom. Myz hadn't fallen asleep yet. "Hunny! There's nothing from Santa out there!" "Well, no, we don't have anything!" "We can't do that! The kids are expecting something!"
Myz and I went back out. We already had stockings sitting out with their names on them (along with other ones for the rest of the family). Fortunately, we had a couple of candy canes that we were going to give the kids the next day. We put those in their stockings and grabbed bananas and apples to fill the rest out. We didn't have any little toys or other gifts to put in, so it was all food items.
I also got out a piece of printer paper and quickly wrote a note from "Santa" to Boyd and Quyd, telling them they had been good and wishing them a Merry Christmas. I hoped they weren't expecting more.
As it turned out, I had a hard time falling asleep that night, worried about the reaction of the kids.
We were still in bed the next morning when we suddenly heard a SHRIEK from the living room. Boyd got up out of bed. I scrambled to grab my phone so I could take video and pictures.
Quyd was screaming, "He came! He came!" She held up the note and somehow, she seemed to be able to read what it said.
They were both excited about they had received. I was relieved. After this, I realized that all we needed to do was just fill their stockings. We would likely put other things like toys and other knick-knacks, but we weren't going to have to go overboard and set something special up each year. It looked like we had reached the perfect compromise between doing nothing and killing ourselves for the kids each year.
However, Myz decided to add a new twist for the next year. in 2017, Quyd and her family no longer lived with us, but we still planned to fill her stocking as they still lived in the same town and would be coming by to spend Christmas Day with us. I had shown Myz a YouTube video of parents who had left snowy footprints in their living room. I just thought it was funny. I didn't present it as a Christmas morning routine that we should co-opt. That year, Myz got a can of spray snow and put footprints on our carpet.
When Boyd woke up the next morning and saw the footprints, he said, "Somebody's going to have to clean that up!"
We did the footprints again the next year, but the spray snow can ran out. For 2020, I pretended that Santa couldn't leave snow footprints because of COVID-19 and left paper footprints instead. Boyd still seemed happy about it. We did the same for 2021, but I stopped doing that in 2022.
One year, Myz wanted to put a Nintendo Switch in the stocking. I didn't want to do that because it meant we were going to have to outdo that the next year. However, Myz couldn't get it to fit in the stocking, so it just became a gift from Mom and Dad. I was relieved.
A few years ago, I was discussing our Christmas routine with a co-worker. I mentioned that Santa only puts gifts in the stockings at our house. Her eyes widened, like she just realized that she didn't have to go crazy for Christmas all those years with her kids (who were already adults).
Boyd is now 11 and he's started to get a little cynical about Santa Claus. He says he'll continue to believe until he's 13, but I think the end is going to come a lot sooner than that.
And what's going to happen to the blog a this point? I don't know. Things are very complicated in my life that I don't have much time to myself to work on it.
At least I still do one post a year.
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