Feeling like a drowned rat

We moved into our new place a couple of days ago. And of course, are slowing moving in and getting all of the utilities set up. Our gas wasn't scheduled to be turned on until today. But, I was really dying for a shower. I have an appointment later today and did not want to be sticky and stinky.
I called the gas company--hoping to get an estimated time of arrival--but got the standard "sometime this afternoon." I spent an hour talking myself into toughing out a cold shower. I had everything ready and decided to go for it. At 12:04 I jumped in and took the quickest shower of my life. At 12:08 the doorbell rang.

I'm not a "chew-kee" and other isms

Sometimes I want to just wrap up everything the kids say and save it. They are so hilarious. I am going to try to remember some of the things that have made me laugh recently.

Lane told me, "I'm not a chookie! Mom, tell Porter to stop calling me a chookie!" I asked him what a chookie was. He wouldn't tell me. Finally, later in the day he said a chookie was a twin--and he's NOT a twin--Porter and Madison are. Do not call him a chookie--he doesn't like it.

Madi asked me what Kindergarten was...I explained the whole school system of K thru 12. Then I said, after that you get to go to college. They teach you whatever you want to be. For example, if you want to be a teacher you go to teacher school; if you want to be a doctor, you go to doctor school; and if you want to fly planes you go to pilot school. She said, "Do they have Princess College?"

Porter and Lane like to watch the Ironman cartoon series. One day Porter was singing the theme song to me..."I'm a man on a mission..." We turned it on the TV so they could watch it. When it started singing, "I'm a man on a mission," Lane said, "That's what a mission is! I want to go on a mission!" The boys are both very excited about going on missions now.

When Lane thinks something is really funny he says, "That's so much funny!"

Belated Happy Mother's Day

I'm a little late talking about Mother's Day, but at least I missed the blog rush. Rhonda helped the kids paint the cutest little pots and they planted daisies in them. It was very sweet. Our ward in Summerlin is so amazing. I really have missed it. Every year for Mother's Day they make a huge brunch that is so delicious. We had homemade bread--the really good kind--that tastes soft like rolls. They made sandwiches, fruit platters, lettuce salad, and desserts of every kind. It was awesome! We watched church videos on Mothers. It was very cool. And, after Sacrament Meeting, they gave all of the Mothers Utah Truffles. It was fun!
In the morning, I called my Mom to wish her Happy Mother's Day. The kids got on and talked to her too. She said she missed all of the breakfasts she used to get for Mother's Day. Funny how those were so silly--and I don't think we made that good of a breakfast for her--but that is what she missed. I can totally understand now that I have little ones. They are so sweet and innocent and love you so much. The best part of being a mother is knowing that you are number one to your little ones. They love so much and unconditionally. I do believe they are here to teach us more than we teach them. What sweet little angels.

Me Madi, Me Strong

Vicki and I used to joke that if the two of us could be one woman, we would be the perfect woman. I am starting to think Madi may just be that girl. She is a nerdy intellect like me that loves to talk to large groups of people. But, she has this athletic side that certainly does not come from me. I can't believe how tenacious she is at such an early age. She loves to run--and run faster than everyone else. She loves to be strong. Recently, she made it all the way across the monkey bars and has been so excited to show everyone. She wanted me to come and see so we walked to the park. However, she had showed her Grandma Smith how she could go across four times in a row earlier in the day. By the time she showed me she just couldn't get all the way across.

Think you can sleep anywhere?

The balmy Vegas weather has given ample opportunity for nice walks. I took the kids to McDonalds--we walked. It was a mile and a half away. They took turns walking and riding in the stroller. On the way back, they were all tired and didn't want to walk. Lane crawled in the bottom and Madison and Porter climbed in the front. I don't know how he managed to do it, but Lane fell asleep.

Inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these

While in the supermarket checkout, an elderly lady noticed our two cases of Dasani water. She asked if they were on sale and Brant told her that they were. As she hesitated, Brant assumed she didn't want to have to get out of line to get one. He offered her one of ours, and said he could retrieve another one. She said oh not that's okay. He kept insisting until she finally said, "Well thank you, but I wouldn't be able to get it into my house." She quickly dismissed it saying I'll just have my son-in-law run in and get me one later this week. We felt kind of bad, because it would be hard to imagine not having the physical capacity to carry a case of water. But, sensing it was a source of pride to her, we didn't push it.

As we went out to our car, we loaded our groceries. I didn't think much more about it. Brant noticed that she was just barely leaving the lot he said, "You know, I'm going to follow her home and give her one of our water cases." We followed her home...I was afraid she was going to think we were stalking her. She actually pulled over a couple times waiting for us to pass her. The second time she did, Brant pulled up next to her and said, "Hey, I'm not stalking you, I just wanted to bring you a case of water." She was so grateful.

She led us to her house and Brant carried the water in. We talked to her for a minutes and found out that her husband had passed away just four months earlier. She said it had been hard adjusting to not having him around. She was 81 years old--and she looked great!

Brant does these random acts of kindness all of the time. He doesn't think that it is a big deal and that he doesn't do anything that nobody else does. I admire him so much for his compassionate heart. I think that woman was so touched that he did that for her. She tried to pay Brant and he wouldn't take her money. When she kept insisting, Brant said, "How about you just give me a hug." I wish my eyes were more open like Brant's to help those in need. The world would be so much better if we all were more like him.

9 years of wedded bliss?

I can't believe how quickly 9 years can pass. When I was single, I was resigned to the fact that I would never marry. At the "old" age of 31 I finally married. At 40, 31 seems pretty hot. We've had ups and downs, and downs, and downs, and some ups. I wish I could say all is well and that its been the best nine years of my life, but that would not be true. However, I do think that through all of our trials, I am learning more about the boy I fell in love with. He has grown into a man over the past nine years. He has become a better person than I was. Now I trust his judgment more than mine. We have been like two cats fighting in a cage. Ironically, no matter what he does to me or I do to him, we keep coming back to each other. This time, we're trying to minimize our weaknesses and improve our strengths. Maybe we'll never overcome the addiction we have to each other. Maybe we'll learn how to really love. Maybe we'll do better this time around.

Brant sent me a gorgeous bouquet of flowers for our anniversary. He never buys a cheap bouquet of roses, they're always amazing. I get so many compliments (as I put them on the front counter at my work.) There are a group of guys that come into eat all of the time. They always tease me about my flowers. (Because I get them alot.) One time someone else had gotten flowers at work. They were a modest bouquet. The guys came in as asked if I had gotten flowers again. I said, "These flowers are too small to be mine." They laughed because it was true...I get giant boquets of flowers. Brant also sent me a Bath and Body Works basket too. I am so lucky! We're getting a room in Vegas tonight. I'm not sure what to expect...but he said there was a huge surprise there.

Sunday, Sunday

I spent the weekend with the kids and Madi kept asking me to tell her stories about when they were babies. I finally opened up my blog and started reading stories and showing them pictures on my blog. I can't remember alot of what happened and it was fun to read the stories. There are some naysayers that don't think blogging is that important, but it's a form of journaling. After today, I can only say I wish I was doing it more! I love my kids. They are amazing and remind me how I need to live.

So much to say...

I have so much to say and so little time to say it. All I can say is that life has been so hectic. It makes me wonder just how much of it I choose, and how much of it chooses me. I have been trying to focus on being positive and getting rid of things that don't really matter in life. Time is so precious it is easy to spend and have nothing to show for it.

I've been to two funerals in just the past two months. If nothing else, you really, truly reflect on life. One was for a 2 year old and one for a 50 year old. Either way, life is too short. I want to be grateful for every minute of every day. I love my family. They make life worth living. I am so thankful for so many things in my life.

Someday I'll have time to write more!

Oh how time flies...

Life has been so busy I have not had any time to blog. I really love to spend time writing, and if I don't have that, then I don't feel like I've had my therapy.

Christmas was awesome...I mean amazing. Just a little inside joke. Madison corrects me if I say, "awesome." She says she doesn't like that word. Crazy little girl. The kids had so much fun. This is the first year they have really had a grasp of getting gifts and all of the Christmas stuff that goes with this season.

The twins keep volunteering to speak in Primary, so next week Porter is giving the scripture and Madison is giving a talk. I am so proud of how outgoing they are. They have no fear. In fact, they ENJOY getting up in front of a crowd and talking. Porter already has the scripture memorized and Madison will know her talk very well. I'm not even hoping she memorizes it. It's actually a good-sized little presentation. They have been practicing all week.

Work has been busy. Travis came down to Taco Bell and worked the drive-thru with me. It was so much fun to have him there. It reminded me of old times. We commented that Taco Bell is our Briar Patch--it's miserable, but it's been home, and we know how to run it. It's funny how something like Taco Bell can be so comforting when life is so uncertain. I hope it helped to take his mind off of little Arianna. She is so sweet, and in so much pain. I hope all things work out for the best. You can read more about her at: PrayforAri.blogspot.com

It has been wonderful to take a break from school. I can't believe I made it through my first semester. I think I was scared into good grades. The semester starts in a couple more weeks and I'll be back to the grind again.

Brant has been working at Yesco in Las Vegas for three days every week. He takes the kids with him and they stay with his Mom while he is at work. They love their Grandma so much. I think they would trade us for her. They're so sweet, and bless their little hearts, they have such a good outlook on life. They are so happy every day. I learn so much from them. What a blessing to have such wonderful children.

That's a quick summary. Hopefully, I'll have time for more later. I miss my blog. :)

Family Jewels

Of all things to be watching and to get inspiration from on a Sunday...I was watching Gene Simmons (from the 70s Rock Band KISS) in his reality TV show. During the episode I was moved to tears. He was visiting Europe for a tour and during that time a young kid had written him a letter wanting to meet him. It wasn't because he was an American Rock Star legend, but because of his mother who was a Holocaust survivor. The episode showed a lot of history during that time and many wise words were shared. Especially that of realizing our history is so important. It is important to understand where we came from and who are parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents were. They are a part of who we are...or rather, we are a part of who they were.

Today, I was finally able to read some stories that have recently been emailed to our family. I have seen the short versions on my phone, but wanted to take time to read them when I had time to sit in front of a big screen computer and could digest them. They were stories about my Dad in Vietnam and some of the experiences that he went through. I've also known he was somewhat of a hero and a little valiant, borderline crazy when he was younger. :) They are really good stories and worth reading. Not only because he is my Dad, but because he represents many, many military men and women who have not only fought for the freedom of the United States but for freedom around the world. I told a guy at work that my Dad got the Silver Star and Purple Heart--he was an ex-military guy--and he was really impressed. I didn't really know what they were, so I asked him. He said you had to be really, really good to get those kinds of things. Hope you enjoy them as much as I did. The following story isn't written by my Dad, it was written by someone who served with him.

A short history of some of the events that took place in the ranks of the 173^rd Assault Helicopter Company in Vietnam, 1971

By Ken Huston

I joined the Robin Hoods (173 rd ASH) in January 1971 as they moved to Dong Ha, just about three miles south of the DMZ. One of the first people I met was Jay Lane, a fellow pilot and aircraft commander in my platoon. Jay and I had a lot in common since we were two of the few who were married and didn’t drink. As a result, we didn’t chase women and hang out in places of ill repute in the local community. We usually spent our time on the base and got to know one another.

Our reason for going north to Dong Ha was to participate in Operation Lam Son 719. This was the mission into Laos to cut off the Ho Chi Minh trail. There were no American troops on the ground during this operation, just South Vietnamese troops supported by American helicopter crews. Our company Arrived in Dong Ha with 26 helicopters and in the 45 days of Lam Son 719, 17 of those were lost, either shot down, crashed, or so badly damaged that they had to be sent to Red Beach (China Beach) for rebuilding. In the two months that followed, 5 more helicopters were lost; two of those were with Jay at the controls. Not to insinuate that he was a bad pilot, in fact he was one of our best pilots if not the best.

I was lucky enough not to have been shot down during my whole one year tour of duty, but that was not the case with many of our comrades including Jay. Jay was shot down three times, including once right in front of me.

Jay’s first bullet riddled episode was during the 45 days of Lam Son 719. During a lift mission into Laos, his Huey was so badly shot up that he barely made it back to a South Vietnamese fire base. The aircraft had to be sling loaded out for rebuild.

I am not sure of the sequence, that is to say, which one came first of the next two times that he got shot down, so I will tell it the way I remember it. Jay was working alone on a re-supply mission for troops in the field. Typically with a large unit in the field, it would take many trips into a field landing zone to haul in all of the beans bullets and water needed to support combat operations. The repetitive return to the same LZ is often the thing that ultimately results in the loss of an aircraft. The VC see a helicopter coming in to land over and over and decide to infiltrate one or two men close enough to get a shot off either with small arms or with their favorite weapon, the rocket propelled grenade (RPG).

At the time of this incident, our company had decided that we were in a secure enough base that they wanted us to turn in our hand guns every night and check them out in the morning. On the morning in question, Jay being Jay, decided not to check out his weapon and so was unarmed. After many trips into the same LZ, the inevitable happened. The Infiltrators fired two RPGs. The RPGs hit the aircraft at the joining point between the Tail Boom and Fuselage. The tail boom was completely blown off as the aircraft was about fifty to a hundred feet in the air on takeoff. At that point it became a controlled crash. Jay got out but some of his crew members were seriously wounded.

Jay asked one of the infantrymen on the scene for his 45 cal. Pistol since he was unarmed and the infantryman was badly wounded. After risking his own life to save a fellow soldier by returning to the burning helicopter for the first aid kit that was necessary to save the life of the wounded, he ministered the first aid. He organized the crew and carried the seriously wounded soldier on his back through the jungle, sometimes low crawling through the grass to a more secure area and eventually making their way to the infantry lines.

At one point they heard movement in the grass coming towards them. Jay was convinced that it was the enemy coming to take them as prisoners. When he went to chamber a shell in the .45 he discovered that it didn’t even have a clip in it! His next plan was to throw the pistol at the face of the first VC that came in view and hopefully surprising him to the point of getting his rifle and shooting his way out of there. Finally the grass parted and he saw it was the Americans; the ground troops that had been separated from Jay’s party when the crash and fuel cells of the helicopter blew up.

The third time Jay got shot down was right in front of me. We had been doing what we called “Eagle Flights”. Eagle flights were a specialized way of finding the enemy. With a battalion size force in reserve at a nearby airfield, we would go out with a gunship acting as a scout helicopter and two Hueys with a squad of troops. The gunship would select an LZ and orbit overhead while the two Hueys landed to drop off the troops. The troops would then scout the area for 15 minutes or so. If they didn’t make contact with the enemy, we would pick them up, take them to another LZ and do it all over again. If they did make contact, we would call back for reinforcements and the entire Battalion would descend on the LZ to take on, and hopefully overwhelm the enemy.

We had been doing this operation all day long with no results and late in the day, with Jay flying lead and me in Chalk two, we headed into an LZ that was too small for a proper combat assault with two helicopters so we staggered our landings 30 seconds apart. Jay would be lifting off as I was on short final. Jay landed and his troops jumped out as usual but as I got on short final, he wasn’t taking off. I slowed my approach waiting for him to lift off but he never did. Then I realized his rotor blades were slowing down. His engine was shut down.

I thought he must have had an engine failure, so I eased into a position to his left rear where I could land next to a huge boulder about ten feet high. His crew were gathering up their guns and equipment and we waited for them to come back to jump on our helicopter. Our troops had jumped out to join their squad providing security. I wondered why Jay hadn’t called to say what his trouble was and I tried to call him several times with no reply.

Then as I had just landed, Jay had gone back to his helicopter making a second May Day call saying that he had been shot down. His first May Day call was never transmitted because, unbeknown to Jay, part of the bullets from the enemy fire had shot out his FM radio.

At that point when I realized he had been shot down I immediately abandoned my landing because, with Jay being shot down I was violating policy by going in before radio contact could be established and an assessment could be made of the situation.

Finally, I was cleared by C&C to go in for the rescue. When they jumped on my helicopter Jay grabbed a drop cord and plugged his helmet in. I said “what happened”. He said, “I got shot down! A lone VC with a machinegun jumped out from behind that boulder and opened fire on us”! The boulder was the one I was sitting beside. I think I over-torqued the engine getting out of the LZ!!!

As it turned out, while Jay was on short final, the VC stitched the bottom of the helicopter down the middle, with the first bullet hitting the FM radio in the nose of the helicopter and the last bullet hitting the engine fuel control governor. The engine failed but Jay made a perfect autorotation to a smooth touchdown so flawlessly that I didn’t even realize it was anything but a normal landing. We then called in all of the infantry. They searched all of the countryside and found nothing. As far as we know it was just one lone VC with a machinegun and he immediately left the area. They never did find him.

Jay cheated death three times and left for home as I recall, in June, 1971.

Kenneth D. Huston

CWO4 Retired, U.S. Army

I am thankful for...

My sister Bobbi posted on Facebook about someone giving a talk on gratitude and being happy. I thought...I KNOW that...but do I practice it? So...tis the season of Thanksgiving. I think instead of worrying about holiday decorations I am going to try to be really, sincerely, grateful for something. Today, I am thankful for good health. For me, my husband, and my children. You cannot put any price on that. Especially because there are family members close to me who do not have this blessing. I cannot imagine their trials. I am really thankful for our health.

Pumpkin Carving

Holidays are a MILLION times more fun with kids. They thought pumpkin carving was the coolest thing dad as ever done. And, when we added candles to illuminate the pumpkins, we might as well have been at Disneyland. They were elated. I love how kids have so much excitement for things we take for granted. I try to remember to be as excited, but it just doesn't come off that well when you're 11 days from being 40.

We have a Snow White costume for Madi and Buzz Lightyear for Lane. Porter is so indecisive, we haven't bought him anything yet. I keep asking him what he wants to be and he says, "What do you want me to be Mom?" Everytime him and Krew get together they say they're going to be Batman and Robin. I can't figure out who is going to be which.

Pics can tell the stories

Wow! It's been over a month since I have blogged. That must mean I have been really busy. Good thing I have the camera to keep track of the important things that are happening. Lane and Porter were showing off their muscles. Funny how early boys like to do that...and they never stop. Madison was modeling her dance outfit. Aunt Jaymi made the cutest little tutu for her. Of course, the matching bow was made by Aunt Kim. She's lucky to have Aunts for these kinds of things. I'm not too good at the cutesy-wootsie like they are.

The Three Musketeers

Heading off to the store with Dad. Madison picked her own outfit: hat, scarf, dress--everything. The boys got hats because their cousin Krew wears a hat and they thought it was really cool.