Friday, July 5, 2013

Family BBQ


We had out semi annual July 4 th BBQ this year at my dads Scout Office. Meaning, the Petersens get together more often than not on the 4th and we've been at the office for a few of these get togethers. This year was a little different because it doubled as a goodbye party for my sister and her family who are moving to California this weekend. So, most of the Hardcastles, Petersens, and Flints were all there for food, fun, and the sun. 

It was a good day. Good food, water fun for some of the littles, a climbing wall for the adventurous, and a breeze and some shade for the rest of us. 

I guess it was not such a good day when we had to leave and say goodbye to Jodi, but that's okay. Man, I can't believe what emotional few weeks its been. I hope the rest of the summer is uneventful! 









Thursday, July 4, 2013

Scrapping

Here's an article on what Justin is actually doing in Afghanistan.

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Scrapping equipment key to Afghan drawdown


KANDAHAR AIRFIELD, Afghanistan — Facing a tight withdrawal deadline and tough terrain, the U.S. military has destroyed more than 170 million pounds worth of vehicles and other military equipment as it rushes to wind down its role in the Afghanistan war by the end of 2014.
The massive disposal effort, which U.S. military officials call unprecedented, has unfolded largely out of sight amid an ongoing debate inside the Pentagon about what to do with the heaps of equipment that won’t be returning home. Military planners have determined that they will not ship back more than $7 billion worth of equipment — about 20 percent of what the U.S. military has in Afghanistan — because it is no longer needed or would be too costly to ship back home.
That has left the Pentagon in a quandary about what to do with the items. Bequeathing a large share to the Afghan government would be challenging because of complicated rules governing equipment donations to other countries, and there is concern that Afghanistan’s fledgling forces would be unable to maintain it. Some gear may be sold or donated to allied nations, but few are likely to be able to retrieve it from the war zone.
Therefore, much of it will continue to be shredded, cut and crushed to be sold for pennies per pound on the Afghan scrap market — a process that reflects a presumptive end to an era of protracted ground wars. The destruction of tons of equipment is all but certain to raise sharp questions in Afghanistan and the United States about whether the Pentagon’s approach is fiscally responsible and whether it should find ways to leave a greater share to the Afghans.
“We’re making history doing what we’re doing here,” said Maj. Gen. Kurt J. Stein, head of the 1st Sustainment Command, who is overseeing the drawdown in Afghanistan. “This is the largest retrograde mission in history.”
The most contentious and closely watched part of the effort involves the disposal of Mine-Resistant Ambush Protected vehicles, the hulking beige personnel carriers that the Pentagon raced to build starting in 2007 to counter the threat of roadside bombs in Iraq and Afghanistan. The massive trucks, known as MRAPs, came to symbolize the bloody evolution of wars that were meant to be short conflicts but turned into quagmires.
The Pentagon has determined that it will no longer have use for about 12,300 of its 25,500 MRAPs scattered at bases worldwide, officials said. In Afghanistan, the military has labeled about 2,000 of its roughly 11,000 MRAPs “excess.” About 9,000 will be shipped to the United States and U.S. military bases in Kuwait and elsewhere, but the majority of the unwanted vehicles — which cost about $1 million each — will probably be shredded, officials said, because they are unlikely to find clients willing to come pick them up.
“MRAPs have served us well in the current war, but we will not need all that we bought for Iraq and Afghanistan in the future,” Alan Estevez, the assistant secretary of defense for logistics and materiel readiness, said in a statement. “It is cost prohibitive to retrograde and reset MRAPs that we do not need for the future.”
‘Gold dust’
Those MRAPs that the Pentagon has deemed unnecessary have been arriving by the dozen at scrap yards at four U.S. military bases in Afghanistan in recent months. Toiling under the searing sun last week at this vast base in southern Kandahar province, contract workers from Nepal and other countries in the region wore fireproof suits and masks as they used special blowtorches to dismantle vehicles built to withstand deadly blasts. It takes about 12 hours to tear apart each MRAP.
In another section of the scrap yard, a massive grinder gobbled slabs of steel, turning them into small scraps. The debris is packed into U.S.-owned shipping containers that also have been deemed unfit to return home.
Last month, the Kandahar yard produced 11 million pounds of scrap that was sold to Afghan contractors for a few cents per pound, said Morgan Gunn, a Defense Logistics Agency employee who runs the site. Afghans use the scrap mainly for construction and as makeshift spare parts.
“Gold dust is what they call it,” Gunn said.
Military officials have drawn little attention to the scrapping operations, mindful that the endeavor might appear wasteful in an era of contracting defense budgets and misguided at a time when Afghan troops arebeing killed at a record rate. But officials argue that the effort is part of a withdrawal operation that is being carried out in a fiscally responsible, carefully planned manner.
“One might ask: Why not give it to the Afghans?” Stein said as he toured the Kandahar yard. “It’s such a fast-paced operation, and most of it is trash. We don’t want to leave this in the battlefield.”
As they have debated how much excess equipment to shred or sell, officials have considered whether the defense industry would suffer if the Pentagon unloaded tons of used equipment on the market at vastly reduced prices. Additionally, Pentagon policy requires that allied nations seeking to take ownership of excess U.S. equipment travel to Afghanistan to pick it up — an onerous task that few nations are likely to take on.
When the U.S. military withdrew from Iraq, it donated much of its equipment to the Iraqis, who had access to cheap fuel, a robust defense budget and more sophisticated mechanics. The Pentagon also shipped a significant share to Afghanistan, where a troop surge was underway. But donating MRAPs to the Afghans would be more complicated and potentially counterproductive, military officials said.
“Frankly, in a lot of ways, the Afghan economy and military can’t absorb some of the things the Iraqis did,” said Lt. Gen. Raymond V. Mason, the Army deputy chief of staff for logistics. “We don’t want to give [the Afghans] a lot of equipment that they can’t handle and could compound their challenges.”
Military officials said they have spent billions of dollars equipping and building up Afghanistan’s security forces over the past decade, outfitting them with lighter tactical vehicles that are a better fit for the country’s rudimentary road networks.
A situation unlike in Iraq
The U.S. Army owns the lion’s share of the military equipment currently in Afghanistan. As of May, Mason said, $25 billion worth of equipment was deployed with Army personnel. After an analysis of needs and costs, it has decided to ship back no more than 76 percent. Transporting that much will cost $2 billion to $3 billion, the Army estimates. And repairing the gear that comes back will cost $8 billion to $9 billion.
Stein, the general overseeing the Afghanistan drawdown, headed the same process in Iraq, which turned out to be a far easier mission. For starters, the U.S. military had a relatively well-
organized system in place to hand over bases and equipment to the Iraqi government 21 / 2years before American troops pulled out entirely. Security was more permissive. And, crucially, the U.S. military could use its large bases in next-door Kuwait as a staging ground for items driven out of Iraq.
“Kuwait was a lifesaver,” Stein said, noting that there are no neighboring U.S. bases where equipment leaving Afghanistan could be easily stored. “It’s very hard to get our stuff out of Afghanistan. In Iraq, we could drive it out to Kuwait, and it sat there for a year or two until the Army decided its disposition.”
As the U.S. military reduces its footprint in Afghanistan from 150 bases to 50 by February, Stein’s teams are ramping up their efforts, finding more efficient ways of sorting through equipment to be shipped and drawing from lessons learned in Iraq.
Until a few months ago, the military flew out the vast majority of the equipment it was sending back to the United States.
In recent months, after Pakistan, a neighbor of landlocked Afghanistan, agreed to let the U.S. military use its roads to ship materiel out through its ports, most containers that don’t include sensitive materials or weapons are being trucked out by land. Shipping through Pakistan is by no means trouble-free — and officials recognize that the route could get shut down in the event of a new spat between Islamabad and Washington.
“We continue to get delays. There’s still corruption, taxes, tariffs,” Stein said. “But our equipment is getting through.”





Tuesday, July 2, 2013

In three's

"They" say that bad things come in three's, so I'm hoping that is right, because we hit our number last week. 

We attended Jeff's funeral on Monday.  It was a nice service at Colleen's (Jeff's mom) church house, followed by a luncheon and a brief service at the cemetery.  I told Hyrum about it that morning.  I didn't think it made much sense to tell him earlier.  He definitely understands as much as a four year old understands,  we've been through more than a few funerals in the last year or two.  He asked if Blake (Jeff's youngest son, 6 months older than Hyrum) still had a mom.  And he said he'd miss Jeff.  He's mentioned it a few times since then as well.  We went to the shop a lot and it was always "Jeff's shop".  

The next day I found out that a dear neighbor and friend who had been on hospice for the last couple of months finally passed away.  Shawna was an older lady in the ward who had cancer (for the second time) and was an avid gardener.  She lived in a corner lot across the street with her sister and had a huge garden that a lot of people in the ward helped out with and often received the fruits (and vegetables) of our labor.  

The day after that I received a phone call from Justin's mom, Lisa.  Her brother took his own life the day before.  I didn't know Guy very well, in fact, I had never met him.  But, we talked about him and his two boys, Ethan and Skylar, are a big part of our life and family.  It seems like Justin is a little off the radar when these things happen and it took until the next morning to get through to him.  I don't now how generations before me dealt with having a husband in the military, or even one that doesn't have a private room and access to the internet at all times.  

Guy's service was Saturday afternoon.  Just a small family dinner at Lisa and Dave's clubhouse.  There were a few pictures and Lisa spoke about how Guy often gave blood as an act of service for others.  

Two services for two men that left this life too soon.  It's nice to be around family and see how they come together during times of need.  It's just nicer when these aren't the reasons we're all coming together!

Monday, July 1, 2013

Kiwi's

Because I'm going to post everyday this month, and because this made me laugh (although it will most likely mean very little to any one reading this) I've selected a few of the more funny ones...

The 25 Hardest Things About Living in New Zealand

12. When you see people complaining about how hot it is in the June and July all you can say is:

When you see people complaining about how hot it is in the June and July all you can say is:

14. And you’re constantly wondering who put the 12-year-old in charge of naming all of New Zealand:

And you're constantly wondering who put the 12-year-old in charge of naming all of New Zealand:

16. And in charge of writing headlines:

And in charge of writing headlines:

21. There’s so much wildlife that it gets harder every day to tell them apart:

There's so much wildlife that it gets harder every day to tell them apart:
Source: =  /  via: apple.copydesk.org

22. Yeah, nah, you use this phrase way too much:

Yeah, nah, you use this phrase way too much:

25. In conclusion:

In conclusion:

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

June 10-25




June 10
Sam and Kate.  I love that their hair is the same color.

June 11
Hryum likes to copy me when I read this book.  I LOVE it!

June 12
I try to do one load of laundry every day (wash, dry, fold, put away).  I sort of fell behind the last few days.


June 13
Kids summer reading charts.

June 14
Dinner at the park.  I love these swings.


June 15
Lafeen family BBQ for Father's Day.  I told Hyrum to just hold Milo.  They may or may not have moved a few feet.



June 16
Abbie is the perfect size for Milo.  He loved it.


June 17
"I"m a robot".  I'm not sure why the kids turn into robots when they put something on their heads, but they do!


June 18
I finally figured out where my mail was going.  Our carrier had been putting large packages in our large postal box and NOT giving me the key in our regular box.  This was the result.


June 19
Laila's birthday present.  I usually plan better than I did this week.  I ended up going to Toys R Us and Barnes and Noble with all three kids.  Not fun.  I love Amazon!


June 20
I finally started reading chapter books with Hyrum.  He LOVES them!

June 21
Jodi and Stella (and Trevor) came to visit.  Kate was helping Jodi change Stella's diaper.


June 22
I'm slightly obsessed with this show.  That may be an understatement.  It had been an emotional week, and this is a pretty intense and emotional show.  It sort of fit, but when I started walking up in the middle of the night and fighting the urge to turn it on at 2 in the morning, I knew I had to 'cut back'.

June 23
Stella's blessing day.  This is after she was changed and everyone else had left my parents.  Must have been a long day for all involved.



June 24
Jeffrey Lafeen's funeral.

June 25
Hyrum's 'report card' from the 2nd half of the preschool year.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

And how are YOU doing?

The most common question I hear these days - at church, from family and friends, from the distant acquaintances or professional people I sometimes come in contact with is, "How is Justin doing?"

And it's almost always followed up by, "And how are you doing".

The answers are usually the same, Good.  He's good, we hear from him almost every day.  He get's to call, or FaceTime or text.  We email and send pictures and video's.  The weather at his home base is a lot like Utah, although he has definitely felt the heat a few other places so far.

And, for the most part, we're good.  I have a lot of family that help out with the kids.  Friends that have offered and sometimes even insisted to help out and even bring us a few meals or treats to let us know they're thinking of us.  It's all very nice, and genuine, and sincere, and I appreciate it more than I can express.  I certainly have bad days, but I had bad days even when Justin was here, it's all apart of life and especially with life of 3 little kids.

This week has been less than good.  Tuesday I got a text and a call from my father-in-law, Scott.  He and Justin and his uncle, Jeff, run the auto shops we own.  It's not unusual to get phone calls from Scott.  There's plenty of reasons; bills, invoices, supplies for the shop, paperwork, etc.  This one was different.

Justin and I went over plenty of worse case scenario's before he left.  Where paperwork was, who to call if something happened, bills, and passwords, all of that fun stuff.  But, I think I slacked off on worrying about a lot of it because we found out that we could talk so often, I figured it something happened I could just call him.

It took a few hours for Justin to call us back so I could tell him his uncle, Jeff, passed away.  I didn't have all of the details at the time, but we have found out that he died of a heart attack in his sleep sometime early Tuesday morning.  He had blocked arteries and possible a blood clot that caused it.  He left behind a wife, six children, his youngest 6 months older than Hyrum, and a large void with his family and friends.

We closed the shop on Tuesday.  I called Justin's mom to let her know and let her know I didn't know what to do initially with the business and insurance stuff.  This was all Justin's area of expertise.  I've felt like a fish out of water the whole time with these businesses and this didn't help.  Lucky for all of us, he's been able to handle a lot of stuff from Afghanistan, and his mom has helped out too.

Because of the insurance and bank issues I initiated a case with the American Red Cross for him to possibly come home for a few days.  More to do with the business partnership and less to do with the death of an uncle.  I've learned that if you need to get a message to a service member or get them home in a hurry, the Red Cross is VERY thorough.  I called around 2 pm and I've had no less than 7 phone calls and messages from there to verify information and ask clarifying questions.  We're not sure it will be necessary (I should be able to take care a lot of it with power of attorney, but haven't received confirmation from the insurance or bank), but it's definitely in motion now.

Lot's of emotions this week, sometimes I'm not even sure what is exactly causing them, but they're there all the same.  My husband being in Afghanistan, losing Jeff so suddenly, business decisions that need to be made, even the possibility of Justin coming home for a few days.  I guess there's no shortage of things to think about right now.


Sunday, June 9, 2013

May 28-June 9

May 28


It rained today.  A lot.  The parking lot next to us was a giant pool and our rain gutters were about filled to capacity.

May 29

I really like that I belong to a book club.  It's nothing fancy, just four mom's that take turns picking the books and hosting every month.  There's always more than enough kids around, so sometimes we don't talk much about the book.  But, I've read a lot of books that I would have never read on my own, so it's really nice.

May 30

Hyrum's last day of school (other than the six weeks of summer program).  They did a carnival/circus show for the parents and Miss Leslie (and Miss Sandy and Miss Shannon) had carnival games for the kids.  Hyrum was a 'animal trainer' and he did a great job!


May 31

I have ants.  In the kitchen.  They're coming up through a floor board that has separated a bit.  If I keep the floor spotless they stay away, of course.  That's a little difficult for me.  I sweep and/or vacuum a couple times a day now, and there is almost always a crumb that get's left overnight. And then I get to vacuum up the ants in the morning.  Right now I'm trying Tide detergent to get rid remedy the situation.  I'm not sure how effective it has been.

June 1

We went on a field trip to the museum at Hill Air Force Base with Grandma Hardcastle, Jodi and Stella.

June 2

Pictures of Kate in church.  Yes, this is not appropriate behavior in church.

June 3

Unwanted guest in the house.

June 4

I have cute boys.  Cute, mellow, mostly patient boys.  Hyrum just adores his brother.

June 5

Kate's had a rough few days.  Seeing her sleeping was a welcome sight this day.

June 6

Hyrum's last tball game.  I love that he get's to play with his Grandpa Lafeen, who he loves and is a really good coach.  I hate that it's usually a 3+ hour affair by the time we leave the house to when we get back.  However, the memories they'll make out weighs the gas and time spent, so I hope it'll always be worth it.

June 7

The dentist.  I hate going.

June 8

My friend Kathy during her 60+ mile ride.  She does the ride almost every year with her family (it's a Diabetes fund raising event.  This is Kathy, Dan, and Laura.  I obviously didn't take the pic, but I made plans to go up and see them for dinner and she sent me this picture.

June 9

Another one I sort of stole.  Our quarterly or every other month get together with the Petersen clan for birthdays.  I duel explosion between Hyrum and Kate got me off to a bad start, so I didn't manage to get a picture.  This one Jodi sent me.  We made ice cream malts with all the fixins.  I didn't actually get one (not that it wasn't offered) but I did finish Kate's off.  It was yummy.