Superwoman!

There are super heros among us. They might not be one eyed laser shooting mutants from the planet goolgone but they are here none the less. My wife is one of them she is AWESOME. She loves deeper than a ocean. She is cuter than the cutest kitten. Pretier than a rose. Kinder than the the kindest WalMart greeter. And just a neat gal.. She sometimes does not agree with these accusations but she is blind and deaf to her own greatness. I am the flat tire on the well oiled machine which is Trina. She is a fine sports car and I am a 78 datsun with a oil leak and a slipping transmission. But she is stuck with me and that is just tough. Because I know how lucky I am and like the neighbor kid that bugs ya but won't go away. (We all have one lets not deny it)

A cry for repreve

Okay people April draws near and you all know what that means. Time to choose a side. Do you want to be a jerk, bad person , borderline Gadianton robber. Or do you want to be a saint a lovly person full of good content and kindness. Yes folks the choice is yours. You can either join PETJ (People for the Ethical Treatment of Jonny) or be part of the mindless dribble. Yes you can be part of the cool kids. I will just offer this chance to everyone. Don't participate in Pick on Jonny Month. This annual waste of time needs to die and this is our chance. Stand up and join me in this fight . Thanks for your kindness.

The cold of death.

Yes thats right folks I said DEATH. The big D and I don't mean Dallas. The cold we have been fighting makes you pray for death, death or sudafed, niquil, warm quilts and sleep. It makes a grownup cry for mommy. Thanks Mom for hearing our cries and bringing supper. Last night in bed Tink asked me to have her buried in Nephi. And then we planned our funerals. Two very sick people never make a right. With no one to throw sympathy in your face the natural thing to do is plan funeral arrangements. They will be wonderful services. Trina is feeling alot better today so I only have one more day. I have got to be better by the Super Bowl because when I miss the Super Bowl things get ugly.

Music

I have a deep dark secret, I lip sing and have for years. Three years in choir and I sang for real very rarely. I lack the talent. I loved sitting next to my brother Matt, He has the talent, I got the looks. Actually He got the talent, Nick got the looks, Marie got the feminism, and I got, I got.... Still thinking. Still thinking. Oh yeah I got the ability to lip sing. Wow am I lucky. I could give MILLY VANILLI a run for there money I was that good. Sure I sang when it counted but when it did not matter I spared everyone the torture. Even today I hum the hymns in church. I could hum your socks off. As a senior in High School I went to All State Choir, but I went as Matt and was warned to not sing by our Choir director unless it was absolutely necessary. And usually my voice was not needed. But I did get to lip sing in the Tabernacle and that was a highlight of my lip singing career. Did you know you can hear a pin drop across the tabernacle, but you can't hear a lip singer across it, weird acoustics huh. Well there is my confession.

The Note

Today me and Tink cleaned out our garage. It took forever and a day. It was like a big bomb had gone off in our garage. But now it is clean and happiness prevails in the Allred Kingdom. While in the midst of our self inflicted torment I went through my mission box. I just about threw all the letters away but something inside told me to stop and go through them. First letter was from my Grandma Allred, and it was the Grandma from my childhood. She was so alive and active and busy. She talked about helping others and her love for my Grandpa and her family and she was happy. And then life comes and goes and a few years later she lost Grandpa and her health failed her and she faded but her love for us never did. And there in my hand was everything I loved about my Grandma, a message so full of love and life and joy. All the things I know she is feeling now, and I knew she is okay and she is still herself. The Grandma Allred of my memories.

Then I dug further into the box and a paper fell out of the box, I went to throw it away and then I noticed the writing.

I think of you
always! I am so
proud of you! I
love you more than
words can tell.

Grandma.

There i stood on my driveway crying, surrounded by the love of those temporarily lost to me in this life. My Grandma Bailey had sent this little note of love to me. I think it was more for me today than 11 years ago when she wrote it. I wish I could cuddle up next to her on her couch and just be with her. Smell her perfume, feel her hands, have her tell me that I was so wonderful and she loved me. So here I go Grandma since there is no address for you I hope you can read my little blog. Here is my note for you.

I think of you
always! I am so
proud of you! I
love you more than
words can tell.

Johnny.

MOTHERHUD

I have been watching my kids for the last two days all by my lonesome. (And I do mean LONESOME.) Baby come home. This experience has taught me a important fact. Heavenly Father knew what he was doing. Moms rock, they just do, it comes naturally to most. My wife might not realize it but the world she lives in revolves around her, not the sun. My poor kids are lost because they feel like the sun is gone and been replaced by the DEATH STAR from STAR WARS. I think I caught my kids plotting my demise. I could not figure out why they kept calling Port red leader and Buggy kept making Chew Bacca sounds. We really need our sun back. Two little girls can complete kick a dad out of a king size bed in minutes. I am a sucker for big blue and brown eyes pleading to sleep in mom and dads bed. Next time I will just say NO. We need our sun back. MY wife is like a 4'10" ball of love. She is a recipe of good women combined. She is not perfect true. But she is close. Her little Purt is a little lost today he keeps looking for her and coming back to me in disgust. He needs his sun back. If my kids eat another mickey mouse chicken nugget, they might turn into one. My desire to cook left with Tink. I am a suckey Mother.

Oh yeah did I mention. WE NEED OUR SUN BACK.

My mom and the who, what, why, and whens of Jill.

The Who. No not the rock band the WHO, my mom. My mom is the greatest, she is kind yet firm. (She will let me have a diet Pepsi but with limits and a accusation of me drinking a whole twelve pack.) She is funny and most people would not guess it, but a lot of our humor comes from her. She is a wise counselor and a great listener. She is a worrier, its a art form really, and she is the, Da Vinci of worriers. I think she sometimes worries about twenty year old stuff just for kicks and giggles. She is love, pure and sweet. She is alot like a thin mint, the good ones, sweet clear through. Yet she has layers and you end up eating the whole box and hiding it from granny. I think Matt did that and told me about it.
What? Mom is a warm half drunk diet Pepsi. Mom is fighting off a migraine. Mom is a back seat driver. Mom is lunch at Costco. Mom is taking time for each one of her kids. Mom is a fun Grandma. Mom is a great friend. Mom is sometimes a lot Iona sometimes a little.
Why? Mom is who she is because of three major choices she has made. First to be a active member of her own family and stay close to them. She loves her brother and sisters completely. And her parents shaped her into who she is today. Second she chose her testimony of Christ over the easy way out. She could have decided four kids and church was a bad idea. She could have decided it was easier to stay home. But she stuck to her faith and we made her pay for it every Sunday for several years. I just want to say thanks Mom. Thanks ETERNALLY.
Third was her choice to marry my Dad. Not easy, not the popular choice. But the right one. It was easy to decide to get married when I did, because I had a great example of how happy a marriage could be. They are still boyfriend and girlfriend.
When? I think of my mom every day. When I see a diet Pepsi. When I make a important decision. She is always there to listen and give her advise. She is more than just a Mom she is a friend. She is comfort after a crappy day. She is the manager in your corner that kicks you back in the ring even though she knows you might lose. And when you do lose there is no better place than in her arms because she give great hugs.
Love ya MOM