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A Stupendous Surprise

Sometimes a plan comes together…

Holly Deyo
Valentine's Day, 2015

Sometimes a person gets to pull off an epic event that defies the odds. Such was Stan's (surprise) 70th birthday party.

Five months ago, Nate, our #3 son in the line of 4 boys, mentioned in an email that wouldn't it be great to give dad a surprise party for his 70th. After rolling around the possibilities, overcoming major obstacles, that was set aside to see how to make it happen.

Of Stan's 4 sons (and mine by claim), we all live very far apart. Two are in Perth, Australia; one in Shreveport, LA and one in Tyler, TX. The odds of getting everyone here at the same time seemed improbable. They work, have businesses and families to consider. However, some 100 emails and countless phone calls later, that is exactly what happened.

Stan and I rarely feel the need to share personal things, but this was so much fun and nearly unlikely to come together, we want to share this family event.

In December, Nate and Josh, the Perth boys now 35 and 31, booked their flights to arrive mid-day the day before the
February party. Since Stan and I work from home, together 24/7, it's difficult to do anything on the sly, especially since his work station faces mine and he can see over my shoulder anything I do. I have no secrets from him and because we have our own server, he can read any of my emails – to or from – at will. But he doesn't. He respects privacy. Consequently, I was at the computer by 4 a.m. for many weeks so we could 'talk' taking in our various time frames and without Stan's knowledge.

After melding together 4 people's divers schedules, the plan slowly came together, minus a few more hurdles.

Photo: The Boys: Josh, Greg, Nate, Jeff on the deck by the chimenea

THE SNEAKY SIDE STORY

Fortunately, it's been exceptionally warm and dry (not so good) here, hitting the upper 60's and low 70's for 10 days running, give or take. As a result even as long-time residents here, we got a big dose of 'Colorado nose'. You get hit by dried out sinus cavities that bleed and give you a sore throat.

The morning I was to drive to Colorado Springs (an hour away) to pick up Nate and Josh, I told Stan that I had to go to Emergi-Care to get the nose thing fixed. A couple hours later, he phoned to see if I were OK, because normally it's an in-and-out type visit. THREE HOURS LATER, I told Stan, "Honey, everyone is Pueblo West must be sick. I'm still waiting to get in." He sighed, said "poor thing, OK. If you need something, call."

The boys had just landed and thinking Stan is never going to buy this excuse and there's still an hour an a half to account for. He's going to smell something is bulldust here.

Now if you knew me, you'd know patience is not a strong point. In fact, Stan later said he marveled I hadn't told the doctors to go 'stick it' and marched home, unseen by a physician.

Further complicating matters, Nate and Josh's plane was an hour and a half late. I didn't mind cooling my heels at the airport, but what excuse was going to wash with Stan???

Finally the kids got here – literally the last off the plane – and we screamed back to Pueblo West. Good thing there were no cops around. Foot in the carburetor type thing.


THE FIRST SUPRISE

Nate and Josh decided how they wanted to do their surprise on the way home and hid out in the neighbor's pine trees a half block away and rang the door bell 5 minutes later. They wanted to make sure their dad couldn't see them and was completely taken off-guard. At 70, prayed Stan wouldn't have a heart attack. Literally.

To set the stage, we have a large red sparkly Valentine's Day heart on the front storm door. It's about 18" high and the middle is open. So you can peek through the heart and see outside.

Photo: A stunned Stan peers outside through the storm door.

While I dragged beer coolers upstairs for the party, I asked Stan to get the door. He's thinking privately, she's going up there, can't SHE see what's up?

Grudgingly he answers the door and shared his immediate thoughts: Here are 2 salesmen, why are they on their cells?

In a micro-second, he peers through the heart and thinks, why are Nate and Josh here, they don't belong here, they should be in Perth… Well duh, honey… (snicker, snicker)

Stan jerks open the door and is floored to see his Aussie boys. There are no words amidst the hugs and kisses and hellos. It had been since 2006 that we'd seen Nate and Thanksgiving 2013 for Josh.

It was some 30 minutes later when Stan recovers himself and pulls me aside in the hall asking, Are Greg and Jeff coming, too?

Acting annoyed so not to break out grinning, I respond, Be glad you have 2 of your kids here; the others have to work.

Stan took it in stride and was immediately caught up in seeing his youngest.

While we got them settled in, the bell rang again. At the door is some stranger in a baseball cap with a spread-out paper map hiding his face. Greg says in a Louisiana twang, I'm looking for PuABLO West, can you help me?

Stan nearly fell over for the second time that day and enfolded Greg in a huge hug. And then came Greg's girlfriend, Sydney, whom we adore, and 2 of the grandkids kids. (We now have 15 – 13 grandkids and 2 great grandkids.)

After the 4 of them settle in, we start dinner. As grillmaster, Greg is up for filet duty. Hours go by and Jeff who was supposed to be here by 6 p.m. – is very late. His Garmin failed and put him some 45 minutes away. Stan still had no clue his first-born was coming too.

Photo: When Greg, his third son arrives, Stan admits laughing, "OK, you got me!"

When Jeff shows up, Stan is nearly done-for as all 4 of his boys have arrived for his birthday.

Now flash backward a little bit …

With our 8 best friends here, we get together at least once a month for dinner at our homes. We all take turns hosting parties, but see each other nearly every other day as we live close and are always turning up at each other's homes within walking distance.

So our besties all brought food to the party. JoAnne loaned us an air mattress, fetched 7 dozen dinner rolls and took delivery of Stan's b-day cake, so he had no idea. No clue. A true surprise ensued.

Because Stan has his head buried in science most of the time, he took little notice that I cooked tons of food in advance for days on end, moved furniture, brought up piles of pillows, sheets, blankets, bedrolls and extra bedding. He thought it was just for our normal dinner party. Really?

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Everybody in the family was assigned a task. Greg's kids, Darren and Danielle, were assigned balloon and streamer duty. This was no small thing as Danielle cut and curled literally hundreds of "ribbon confetti" not shown here. Didn't know there was even such a thing. They didn't just do the dining room, but the kitchen, deck, great room and outside. Greg filled the b-day balloons with helium. We all put up tons of decorations, signs, set up tables, chairs and attended to a bunch of details.

Photo: Grandkids and Sydney just starting in the dining room. They had the rest of the house
to decorate, inside and out.

Everybody pitched in. It took the 8 of us to fully decorate and prepare for that night's party, working the entire day.

Let me reiterate that Stan thought it was our normal dinner hosting party for 10. Not 25. OK, and now there's the kids – and other friends. This was the card made by our 8 besties along with a marvelous gift basket filled with wine and all sorts of lovely things. OK, yes there was no time for make-up! Gotta go with what you got.

Photo: Holly and Stan holding his signed b-day card from our 8 best friends – the 4 couples from our dinner group.

By 6 p.m. all 25 guests arrived. Stan was shaken to his core. He was so appreciative – and (he-he – unsuspecting. Nope, don't feel guilty one bit!)

It took every one of our friends and of course family, to bring it together and it came off without a hitch.

Since when does that ever happen?

Photo: Our party theme was Vintage Dude – the Man, the Myth, the Legend. Stan was all embarrassed by that, but that's how we see him, head of family, and are so tired of the boring 'Over the Hill' birthday party theme. This was a little portion of his party and Darren, his grandson, worked his buns off assigned to figuring candles and holders. That was no small task! It was was new to him. Told Darren to go find what he needed in the loft. Take whatever. He kept saying, "Grandma, can I use this, can I have that?"

"There are no 'mistakes', Darren, do what you like; make it beautiful'.

He raided everything and made it happen and had dozens of candles everywhere. Our home was FULL of soft candlelight and he made it work. Full stop! Great job! Darren is going to make some woman a GREAT thoughtful husband! LOVE that!

Always in a gathering there is some thing that goes amiss, at least a little thing. But this was flawless. In fact, the whole week was… well, perfect.

At the party, we went through 3 gallons of margaritas (yes, I do share the recipe!), 5 cases of beer and more than a few bottles of wine and a TON of food. Everyone was within walking distance and though we had an extra 7 bodies here for sleeping, should there had been someone over the limit and driving, we'd have kept them here. It was a special time to relax and forget all of the extraneous daily affairs.

There has never been a time such as this in our family nor will there likely be that opportunity again. It was a gift…

Photo: Josh, Nate, Stan, Jeff, Greg Deyo

The day after Stan's party, Greg had to drive home some 12 hours away, with kids in tow. He wanted to be on the road by 6 a.m. and still at 8:30 we were in the midst of taking over 400 family photos. While snapping these pics for 3 hours, we laughed so hard our wrinkles now have wrinkles! Cheeks ached from Deyo antics, clever quips and one-liners. All Deyo boys have a tremendous sense of humor, but if one outshines them all, it is Greg. They come fast and hard. He really should sell his business and do stand-up comedy. He'd be rich and could support the rest of us! If you can cite a gift(s) in the Deyo family it is that of smarts, forgiveness and humor.

Without boring you guys ad nauseam with personal details, I'll just state that we had the best week EVER. We talked, shared till throats were dry and raw. We ate out, ate in. Saw movies of importance, like the Atlas Shrugged trilogy and American Sniper again. These boys are our heritage and future. Talked about 'life, death and the universe', as Stan says. We relaxed and yet crammed in every moment with specialness – as much as time allowed. Every single second was precious. Irreplaceable.

In the days following, we took our sons to USAFA – the Air Force Academy, shopping, to the mountains for epic snow ball fights and did the mundane that makes up daily life. It is a time we will never forget…

Photo: Josh, Nate in a snowball fight – and after, in clear blue beautiful Colorado azure skies.
Keep in mind, that Nate and Josh rarely see snow in Australia.

As I said, not much for sharing our personal life. Don't do Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin, Pinterest, Tumblr or Instagram. But sometimes something happy, really special comes along, so we're sharing – with you.

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It was simply THE BEST DAY, no, WEEK of our life. Rockin' on with the fam.

Holly Deyo
Jan 30, 2015

Chris Kyle shot me into the soul. A through and through. An arrow into the heart. It has marked me for life. We just got home from seeing American Sniper. Don't know when a movie has affected us this much. It was beyond excellent.

Photo: Kyle left the SEALs in 2009 so he could be a better husband to Taya and a better
father to his two children. "He loved being a dad", Taya said. Photo courtesy of Taya Kyle.

The story of Chris Kyle is not maudlin, but so much more than the standard bearers of Hamburger Hill, Full Metal Jacket, Saving Private Ryan, Black Hawk Down, Inglorious Bastards, Platoon, The Dirty Dozen, We Were Soldiers, The Longest Day, The Great Escape or Jarhead. I can't remember when a film was more to the heart yet grinding down into the grit.

It is not a sad tale if you focus on his contributions, not his death. It is one that defines a soldier's life and honors him. American Sniper is not about his incomprehensible death at a fellow veteran's hand, but about the soldiers' lives Kyle saved with those 160 'confirmed' kills – meaning that there was at least one other witness besides the shooter and another 95 probable kills. From Kyle's 4 tours of duty in Iraq, he was awarded 2 Silver Stars and 5 Bronze Stars with Valor, 2 Navy and Marine Corps Achievement Medals, and 1 Navy and Marine Corps Commendation. Kyle said he didn't know the official record and instead, focused on lives saved. During his time in Iraq, he was shot twice and in 6 separate IED explosions.

It doesn't glorify Kyle's killing, but underscores that those who are behind the scenes, protecting all those wonderful people at the front lines and doing the grunt work, work together for a common goal. Protecting Americans.

When the credits rolled, unlike any film before, there was no music. Just silence. When Chris Kyle and friend Chad Littlefield were murdered by a Marine vet who they were helping, it didn't show the actual shootings. Instead, it fast forwarded to the tens of thousands that honored Kyle. People that lined the freeways during the funeral procession, clogged the highways, filled the streets and overpasses, waved flags, saluted, in wheelchairs and on foot, honoring Chris Kyle.

Throughout the film, fellow soldiers always called him 'Legend' much to Kyle's embarrassment. I have never felt more proud, nor more sorrowful, as that sorry bastard we have as president has yet to acknowledge Chris Kyle's legacy and contribution.

The film's director, Clint Eastwood, didn't name Kyle's killer, much like we don't do here for mass murderers that seek attention and glory. None of us will give them that sought-after notoriety.

After the movie finished, there was complete quiet. No one chattered or made wise cracks. No one spoke. Nobody crushed their drink cups or popcorn containers. Instead you heard reverent quiet and the occasional sucking in of tears, most often by old-timers. You can include us in that bunch. If people weren't moved by this movie, they weren't breathing.

We were nearly home before I broke the silence with Stan. Normally we jabber like jay-monkeys after seeing a movie. This time we were just quiet. Thinking…

Now some of you will not be on board with this movie, but give it a minute of thought and a second minute of appreciation for Chris Kyle and those like him that let you live, let us live the good life, home in America, while they are on the front lines, doing what they are commanded to do to keep us free. It really IS a big thing. A gift.

To say that you will 'enjoy' this movie is the wrong term, but you will appreciate those who sacrifice all.

The following was sent to me by John, a Texas friend and Green Beret. It is an account of the funeral of Navy SEAL Chris Kyle, by the mother of his SEAL roommate.

This is why America will remain strong. We take care of our own as well as others who may not deserve taking care of. I just wanted to share with you all that out of a horrible tragedy we were blessed by so many people.

Chris Kyle was Derek's teammate through 10 years of training and battle. They both suffer/suffered from PTSD to some extent and took great care of each other because of it.

2006 in Ramadi was horrible for young men that never had any more aggressive physical contact with another human than on a Texas football field.

They lost many friends. Chris became the armed services number #1 sniper of all time. Not something he was happy about, other than the fact that in so doing, he saved a lot of American lives.

Three years ago, his wife Taya asked him to leave the SEAL teams as he had a huge bounty on his head by Al Qaeda. He did and wrote the book "The American Sniper." 100% of the proceeds from the book went to two of the SEAL families who had lost their sons in Iraq.

That was the kind of guy Chris was. He formed a company in Dallas to train military, police and I think firemen as far as protecting themselves in difficult situations. He also formed a foundation to work with military people suffering from PTSD. Chris was a giver not a taker.

He, along with a friend and neighbor, Chad Littlefield, were murdered trying to help a young man that had served six months in Iraq and claimed to have PTSD.

Now I need to tell you about all of the blessings.

Southwest Airlines flew in any SEAL and their family from any airport they flew into ...free of charge.

The employees donated buddy passes and one lady worked for four days without much of a break to see that it happened.

Volunteers were at both airports in Dallas to drive them to the hotel.

The Marriott Hotel reduced their rates to $45 a night and cleared the hotel for only SEALs and family.

The Midlothian, TX Police Department paid the $45 a night for each room. I would guess there were about 200 people staying at the hotel, 100 of them were SEALs. Two large buses were chartered (an unknown donor paid the bill) to transport people to the different events and they also had a few rental cars (donated). The police and secret service were on duty 24 hours during the stay at our hotel.

At the Kyle house, the Texas DPS parked a large motor home in front to block the view from reporters. It remained there the entire five days for the SEALs to congregate in and all to use the restroom so as not to have to go in the house. Taya, their two small children and both sets of parents were staying in the home.

Only a hand full of SEALs went into the home as they had different duties and meetings were held sometimes on a hourly basis. It was a huge coordination of many different events and security. Derek was assigned to be a Pall Bearer, to escort Chris' body when it was transferred from the Midlothian Funeral Home to the Arlington Funeral Home, and to be with Taya. A tough job.

Taya seldom came out of her bedroom. The house was full with people from the church and other family members that would come each day to help. I spent one morning in a bedroom with Chris’ mom and the next morning with Chad Littlefield's parents (the other man murdered with Chris). A tough job.

George W Bush and his wife Laura met and talked to everyone on the Seal Team one on one. They went behind closed doors with Taya for quite a while. They had prayer with us all. You can tell when people were sincere and caring.

Nolan Ryan sent his cooking team, a huge grill and lots of steaks, chicken and hamburgers. They set up in the front yard and fed people all day long including the 200 SEALs and their families. The next day a local BBQ restaurant set up a buffet in front of the house and fed all once again. Food was plentiful and all were taken care of. The family's church kept those inside the house well fed.

Jerry Jones, the man everyone loves to hate, was a rock star. He made sure that we all were taken care of. His wife and he were just making sure everyone was taken care of….Class... He donated the use of Cowboy Stadium for the services as it was determined that so many wanted to attend.

The charter buses transported us to the stadium on Monday at 10:30 am. Every car, bus, motorcycle was searched with bomb dogs and police. I am not sure if kooks were making threats trying to make a name for themselves or if so many SEALs in one place was a security risk, I don't know. We willingly obliged. No purses went into the stadium!

We were taken to The Legends room high up and a large buffet was available. That was for about 300 people. We were growing.

A Medal of Honor recipient was there, lots of secret service and police and Sarah Palin and her husband. She looked nice, this was a very formal military service.

The service started at 1:00 pm and when we were escorted onto the field I was shocked. We heard that about 10,000 people had come to attend also. They were seated in the stadium seats behind us. It was a beautiful and emotional service.

Click image above to hear Taya Kyle's emotional eulogy.

The Bagpipe and drum corps were wonderful and the Texas A&M men's choir stood through the entire service and sang right at the end. We were all in tears.

The next day was the 200-mile procession from Midlothian, TX to Austin for burial. It was a cold, drizzly, windy day, but the people were out. We had dozens of police motorcycles riders, freedom riders, five chartered buses and lots of cars. You had to have a pass to be in the procession and still it was huge. Two helicopters circled the procession with snipers sitting out the side door for protection. It was the longest funeral procession ever in the state of Texas. People were everywhere. The entire route was shut down ahead of us, the people were lined up on the side of the road the entire way. Firemen were down on one knee, police officers were holding their hats over their hearts, children waving flags, veterans saluting as we went by. Every bridge had fire trucks with large flags displayed from their tall ladders, people all along the entire 200 miles were standing in the cold weather. It was so heartwarming. Taya rode in the hearse with Chris' body so Derek rode the route with us. I was so grateful to have that time with him.

The service was at Texas National Cemetery. Very few are buried there and you have to apply to get in. It is like people from the Civil War, Medal of Honor winners, a few from the Alamo and all the historical people of Texas. It was a nice service and the Freedom Riders surrounded the outside of the entire cemetery to keep the crazy church people from Kansas that protest at military funerals away from us.

Each SEAL put his Trident (metal SEAL badge) on the top of Chris' casket, one at a time. A lot hit it in with one blow. Derek was the only one to take four taps to put his in and it was almost like he was caressing it as he did it. Another tearful moment.

Photo: Chris Kyle’s coffin 'tattooed' in Tridents. Whenever a fellow SEAL is laid to rest, they remove their much coveted, well-deserved SEAL insignias, awarded after successfully completing training and out of respect to the fallen, attach them to the coffin. HOLLY NOTE: In researching for this article, one man said his uncle, also a SEAL and had attended the Kyle funeral, said he had never seen so many tridents on a casket. This is what one might normally expect and still a magnificent tribute to one of our fallen.

After the service Governor Rick Perry and his wife, Anita, invited us to the governor's mansion. She stood at the door, greeted each of us individually, and gave each of the SEALs a coin of Texas. She was a sincere, compassionate, and gracious hostess.

We were able to tour the ground floor and then went into the garden for beverages and BBQ. So many of the Seal team guys said that after they get out they are moving to Texas. They remarked that they had never felt so much love and hospitality. The charter buses then took the guys to the airport to catch their returning flights. Derek just now called and after a 20 hours flight he is back in his spot, in a dangerous land on the other side of the world, protecting America.

We just wanted to share with you, the events of a quite emotional, but blessed week.

And one last thing:

A while back, the current resident of the White House found the time to call some football player to congratulate him on announcing to the world that he is gay... But to this day, neither President Obama, nor anyone in his administration, has ever acknowledged Chris Kyle. What is happening to our society, when our President has so little honor?

Just to lighten the load a little, appreciate Marshall's humor, a like-minded friend in New Jersey.

A large group of ISIS fighters in Iraq are moving down a road when they hear a voice call from behind a sand dune. "One Marine is better than 10 ISIS fighters".

The ISIS commander quickly orders 10 of his best men over the dune where a gun battle breaks out and continues for a few minutes. Then silence.

The voice once again calls out: "One Marine is better than 100 ISIS S.O.B.'s ".

Furious, the ISIS commander sends his next best 100 troops over the dune and instantly a huge gun fight commences. After 10 minutes of battle, again silence.

The voice calls out again: "One Marine is better than 1,000 ISIS fighters."

The enraged ISIS commander musters 1,000 fighters and sends them to the other side of the dune. Rifle fire, machine guns, grenades, rockets and cannon fire ring out as a terrible battle is fought ... then silence.

Eventually, one badly wounded ISIS fighter crawls back over the dune and with his dying words tells his commander, "Don't send any more men ... it's a trap. There's 2 of them."

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An Australian with whom Stan has enjoyed prior correspondence over the years regarding Earth Changes sent him the following. As you will read, he interfaces regularly with the Obama Admin. Whether you are a proponent of global warming due to gaseous emissions or believe that our current Earth Changes are a product of natural Earth cycles, we still have to deal with the consequences. Read the following and be forewarned. Act preventively.

Should we see this come to pass, you'd be wise to prepare ahead of time. Now, not next month. It would be the ultimate gift – peace of mind.

We know this is holiday time, not when we're contemplating dreary news, which is likely why this material has been released at this precise moment. Just like Obama who usually releases bad or sour news or issues Executive Orders late Friday nights, during holidays or Congressional recess. They want you ignorant.

Please take advantage of our FREE preparedness information. It costs you nothing but your time and it may save your life – and that of your family.

Regarding the above article Stan's Aussie friend writes:

Dear Stan, 

The reason the White House sent me (an Australian) a warning on future extreme weather, is that three years ago, I sent my thesis Gaiaism... an environmentally based economy to Pres. Obama that included the research on a potential pole shift. Since then, I have been communicating with the White House on regular basis. Humanity is still producing one hundred million tons of CO₂ daily which is destabilizing the fragile gaseous balance in the atmosphere, one of the reasons for the worldwide extremes in weather conditions. Checkout online, "NASA Scientist Predicts Food Riots, Mass Deaths And Super Earthquakes Beginning 2015 Due To Extreme Cold for a 30 Year Period" by John Casey, Nov 20, 2014. The governments throughout the world would be aware of these predictions; checkout on YouTube, 'The final 500-day countdown warning was given on May, 2014, by the Foreign Minister of France accompanied by the Secretary of State John Kerry.

Kind regards,
John B

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White House: Extreme Weather Warning, Nov 19, 2014.

From: info@mail.whitehouse.gov
To: johnXXXX
Subject: Make sure your community is ready for climate change
Date: Wed, 19 Nov 2014 11:51:17 -0600

The White House

Make sure your community is ready for climate change. Climate change is happening now -- and we've got to be ready because we're going to see more extreme weather.

That's why we're taking action. Last Tuesday, the President made a historic announcement with China that sets new targets for carbon pollution reductions.

And on Monday, the Administration released the Climate Resilience Toolkit to help our communities respond to our changing climate.

Check out these easy-to-use tools, including interactive maps and visualizations, that will help prepare your community for the impacts of climate change. See how you can help your community or business get ready.

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A 30 MILLION MUCK-UP

The Obama and Bush administrations both touted that there were 'only' 11 million illegals within U.S. borders. This is their guesstimate since 2005 based on numbers from Pew Hispanic Research. What, in a decade no one else stampeded across our nether regions? Doubtful.

In Jim Gilchrist and Dr. Jerome Corsi's 2006 book, Minutemen: The Battle to Secure America's Borders, they put the count of illegals in the U.S. closer to 30,000,000. This number certainly ties more closely to the number of cards the Feds want to print. Any extra cards may be for the millions who stream across our border, unhampered and uninvited once Obama invokes the next amnesty.

Many people feel this will come on the heels of midterm elections when it's safe for Progressives to rise up loudly for amnesty. “Clearly the federal government does not want to close our nation's open borders, so why should we believe that it is being honest in estimating the number of illegal immigrants already in the country? Telling the truth would make it too difficult to get political support for another amnesty program.” MORE