Next love...

You know today was a good day. I taught sight words by playing popcorn bingo with them....
"Can we eat the popcorn??"
"He ate one!!!"
"Popcorn has no nutrition"
"Popcorn can cut your throat"
"Today is the best day"
"Listen to Mrs. Clark so we can eat the popcorn guys!!!"

I decided today I love traveling and I can't wait to get out of Utah for a graduation trip.....

seeings how that is coming up....in a few months.

Yes, I believe traveling wins the battle for next thing I love... These aren't in any order, don't worry your pants off, I don't love traveling more than the gospel or my family or God.

Don't you worry.

I'm just doing a general list...

My family will make it sometime...
Boston was a nice travel trip...The beach was nice. I like the chilly air on the beach, makes me feel like I have this connection with the beach.....beaches are supposed to be nice and warm and make people happy, but sometimes they don't want to, sometimes they are sad, and that's how I feel sometimes.
This statue at Harvard. Harvard was nice, lots of old buildings...worth the travel.
But mainly this pastry shop was worth the travel. Seriously, I loved it. Loved it with much passion.
I also believe the best place we went to eat was Regina's Pizzeria. Artichoke hearts never tasted so good. I wanted to put this in my pocket and bring it home for all of you, but..........I decided I couldn't keep smelling it in my pocket so I just ate it to save myself from hours and hours of torture as I travelled home to you with it in my pocket.
The subway became a traveling thing we did....so I took advantage of the time to work on my face for my next model shoot.

What? You didn't hear that I was a model...well yes I am...

For the 'Next top Model Teacher' Show....

What? You haven't heard of it??

Just wait, you will. Its a big deal.

Stay tuned.

Ps I still love my first love that I posted about earlier.... (Brad) He is sleeping next to me now....

Breathing in and then out as I drape my legs over his warm body...

Jack Johnson sings to us in the background and I can feel the potsticker noodle residue on my teeth.

This week is Dental Health week...makes me want to floss more.

I'm bad at that.

A dentist is coming tomorrow to talk to us (kids) about how to brush their teeth.

I imagine me in my classroom and having Brad coming in and talking about surgery to my Kindergarteners. . .

Now we are going to watch this video, oh look there is me putting a new kidney in him....

I can't wait till my kids pull their daddy into meet the parents day at school and Brad has freckles and so do my kids, then they see me and say, "Well now we see that _____ got his freckles from his dad." Then I will say, "No, look closely here on my nose, ya come up a little closer I have some.." Then when they get real close I will say "RARRRRRRRR" and jump out and scare them.

And say, "Ya you are right....good guess."

Stay tuned.

Brittany loves...

In the heat of Vday...
And Vmonth.

We made hearts that said....Brittany loves....then they wrote whatever.

One young lass wrote, Amber (not real name for safety reasons) loves Jesus.

Another girl wrote, Lucy loves Heavenly Father.

So Brittany loves...

Brad. First and foremost I love this being of flesh.





You know he thought I was crying today but really I just cut the onions for the sandwiches I was toasting in the oven and he said this when he walked in....
"Babies (he calls me that some times, its like calling me babe isn't enough of an expression to tell me that I'm all he ever wants and more, he has to call me babies)...are you okay? whats wrong why are you crying?"

I assured him it was just the onions.

He said while grabbing my chin tightly and tipping it toward his freckled face, "Are you sure, you can tell me."

And as my heart melted onto the floor I just said, "I promise, even though I cry every other day, today I am not crying."

So there you have it.

My number one thing...

stay tuned for more things.

Ps: Student teaching is becoming more awesome and harder everyday, next week I lead teach. Pray very hard for me, and all the ADD kids, and all the other kids too.

Love

My great uncle died.

He came to our house every year for several years.

We are close with his kids and grandkids.

Reading his obituary made me cry.

Although it may mean nothing to you...

It means something to me.

It makes me wonder if he personally will check up on me now...

if he will whisper for me to help others when I have a chance...

if he has more important work now and how much his wife will miss him...

it makes me think of when I am old and gray...

the love and bonds that will be established then...

the eternal blessings and family that will be around me...

for now I will count my blessings and be glad I knew him.

View his obituary here.

Condolences to all of our family no matter how extended they are.

Craving

I am craving the sunlight.

I wish it was summer.
I was looking through my facebook pictures. Honestly, to see if it looked like I had gained a lot of weight lately.

Which the scale says I have.

After I went to Boston at least.

Now I eat a bag of carrots for lunch in order to rectify what I have done.

We ate out three times a day, and I ate like it was all you can eat buffet every time.

Winter months storage.

Seriously Brit.

So thats what I am thinking about right now as I plan for tomorrow's dime lesson which I am getting observed on.

I am going out there with my outfit.

A button up from gap with ruffles, its a blue light stripe long sleeved.

A cardigan button up that is brown from gap.

A pair of brown stretchish gauchos from who knows where, my mom bought them for my interview for my BYU operator job 4 years ago :) JCPenny maybe?

A pair of darker blue tights, but a bright dark blue, with boots....

I was thinking a messy bun for hair do.

Now that I have bangs I am so adventurous.

Watch out, the next day I'll wear my zebra print shoes.

I just told you what I am wearing tomorrow.

I have issues.

Today I made Alfredo with fettuccine.
With wheat bread cut in triangles broiled with mozzarella cheese butter and garlic salt on top.

I was so excited for Brad to get home and eat.

Then I tasted the alfredo. It was old and sour.

I had already warmed it up and been ready and waiting for Brad to get home.

Plan B
Spaghetti.

Cooked some sausage that is straight from a pig my dad had killed, so it has very little grease juice...and its delish.

Brad showed up.

Tasted the alfredo for me, cuz I said I was on my period and things taste funny to me when I am on my period...

He said it tasted like I put lemon juice in it.

I didn't

So I continued with the spaghetti.

Threw in some yummy sauce from the storage of sauces.

Realized it had black and green olives in it and big chunks of tomatoes. Yuck!

Realized I didn't have enough sauce for all the meat I had.

Needed tomato paste....or sauce..
Had none.

Threw in Tomato Soup.

Threw in some water.

Became too runny.

Threw in some sour cream.

Sooooo good.

So so so so sso so so so good.

I recommend fettuccine with spaghetti sauce with sour cream and a bit burned bread with mozzarella and garlic salt and butter.

Now Im back to eating a bag of carrots at lunch.

Oh and last night Brad said to me...

"I want a baby."

I said, "You do not."

He said, "Yes I do"

I said, "Right now."

He said, "Ya."

I said, "Really?"

He said, "No not really right now, but I really want one."

I told him we have to wait a few years.

He frowned.

Too much...

Sometimes I feel like just typing something on here would be too much....

But its not that hard.
Just type.

People will still read it.

I think....

Student teaching is going well.

Brad is doing great.

We both got our hair done. We are waiting for Brad's military haircut to now grow out.

I got bangs.

And blonder..

And cut shorter.

Not too short.
Just a few inches.

Nobody will even notice that part.

I'm about ready to start lead teaching and I'm not sure I am ready.

But I never will be ready.

I have so much to learn.

I always inner panic.

I need to work on that.

I only panic because I am worried what the other teachers will think of my teaching.

Anyway, life is good...

Brooke's birthday is today.

Tanner is in the hospital, but recovering, thank goodness.

And I hope all of you are well as well.

Ps I am still madly in love with Brad.

PPS Half my family stayed in my apartment for over 4 hours. It was crammed.

PPSS I love my family.

Cheers.

PPPSS Boston was awesome.

I keep trying..

I keep trying to share videos with you but for some odd reason..

I'm delayed.

They are delayed.

Upload problems.

Today we had a small incident.

One little girl came to me and stood next to me until I was not talking to someone else.

She then said, "Um...Ryan (fictional name) wiped a booger on my chair, and I really don't want to sit on it. He is so gross.

I said, "Okay what if I got a clorox bleach wipe and wiped down your chair, then would you sit in it?"

She said, "Well, we don't really know where the booger is."

I said, "Well what if I wipe down the entire area?"

She said, "No, I don't, he is disgusting. Can I just be by you?"

So I wiped down the entire area, and said, "Oh I just saw the booger. I got it. You should be fine now, and Ryan, don't wipe things on other people."

I handled it like it was second nature. But now when I think about it, its funny.

My eye hurts like its some freak accident.

Unexplainable, but I don't sleep at night, and I blink with pain.

I told Brad I can't think of a more reoccurring pain, besides if it hurt every time I took a breath, versus blinking.

He offers the usual, "I'm sorry".

I'm going to Boston this weekend.

Spur of the moment decision that's for sure.

Brad, me and his mom are going to visit his sister who works at Harvard.

I can't wait, the weather insists upon freezing weather.

I am giving a lesson tomorrow in regards to Martin Luther King Jr. the freedom activist, talking about how we all are different. But all of us are white, so I gotta work on something besides race.

I'll think about it, most likely all night, and usually I run it through my head eighteen times.

But I think that's what teachers do.

Today my teacher's doctor called her. She has a torn meniscus.

Yoooouch.

One little girl calls me Mrs. Clock.

Another calls me Mrs. Clarks.

At least I have graduated from 'teacher, teacher'.

Well, as the month flies by I try to remember to serve others.

As that was my new year's thingy.

Its going pretty well so far.

Three photos from me.

I thought I would share with you three Christmas photos today.

Things that I forget how happy those Christmas days are until I look at days like this, and look back at days like those.

Not that days like this are bad, they just aren't as joy filled as those Christmas days.

Photo #1

Mr. Sexy Pants opening his presents. I got him sheets to replace our flannel sheet. Ya thats right, we had one sheet. Now we have the beauty of matching pillowcases and sheets. With a plural sheet for ya there. This purchase was something he guessed, he just threw out random guesses all the time,and he got most of them. I only surprised him on the tire pressure checker.

Madelyn was Mary, and due to my lack of staff while organizing the Christmas program, I was the set designer, script writer, narrator, producer, exucuative producer, and yada yada but most importantly I was the costume designer, and as you can see, we were going for the modern day birth of Christ story. I called it, Awesome.
The entire cast at its fullest. Molly was a wise man, wearing cheetah print, but...she wanted to be an angel like the rest of the world. Baby Jesus is actually a girl, and Tosha's baby girl, but you do what you can with what you have.

Have a great day, and remember if you are a parent that your time is most valuable to your children, and remember if you are a child to thank your parents because their time was valuable and they spent it on you.

Alive.

As time goes on. I realize that I don't have time to finish my Christmas videos. But I promise even though I made it through like 4, I will show you the rest in due time.

But student teaching began yesterday.

And you know what that means.

Stress. Brink of tears. Stress.

Its not that I worry about not being able to do it. I worry about not doing it right, not doing it well enough, and gosh I'm terrible at this.

But enough said, I like going to Hobble Creek. It's nice, and the kids are cute.

One girl is at least a head taller than everyone and beautiful, my teacher and I have both decided she will be a model.

I'm in love with teaching, I'm in love with thinking of my own ideas.

Now I have discovered I want to open my own pre-school ages 3-5 when we go to med school.

Thats my latest discovery of life.

My next latest discovery is that I want kids, to see what they will look like. And to hold them, and to kiss them, and to teach them.

But after I do all of that and they are screaming while I am trying to flirt with Brad...it seems like I won't really be so happy with them.

So I need more time with Brad.

And of course with student teaching.

I'm currently at work...wishing I was at home.

I'm not sure how I am going to student teach then rush off to work right after I stuff my face with food...

But I guess I will know what is too much.

Brad is doing well.

Just trying to finish his Phsyiaosdfkjalsdkfajsldkfjasdfj degree.

Then off he goes to med school.

Me willingly going with him, because I can't wait to move out of Provo for a new breeze of air, and because I love him.

Other than that, our Christmas festivities included fam pics, sledding, sledding behind trucks, hot pots with naked people, midway new years celebration, Zermatt resort for Brad's work Christmas dinner, family talent show, family basketball: twice, sleeping on air mattresses, and recently I got a dead leg.

You know those knees to the thigh.

Youch.

Playing bball with guys in the Richards Building on campus.

I'm not old, I'm just faster than them so they have to knee me in the thigh.

Oh....Ps, the blog picture is a blast from the past.

Last year, my first ever attended concert of Brad's.

I was getting ready and contemplated not going.

I'm so glad I did.

Now we are married.

My mom did the nicest thing ever.

She made shepard's pie and sent it with Landon from Standrod. He handed it to me and I said, "What?"

He said, "Mom knew Brad had never had it, so she made it and sent it with me"

Wow, I love my mom.

Especially because I don't have any food, nor time to make dinner.

So thank you angel mom.

But, I hope everyone had a splendid happy Christmas.

Mine was...because I didn't have to write any lesson plans, or be observed, or be told what I did well and didn't do well...it was just chill and chill.


PS HAPPY FREAKIN NEW YEAR...

First post of 20 10

I refuse to say 2000 ten

I will say twenty ten.

:)

Ian

Wellp we did have the entire family for Christmas, which reminded me of the talent show song Brad, Aaron and I sang, with wigs. There was our final line in the song that was very true. But you will have to wait for the specialty of that to come around.

For now, watch Ian my good man open his presents.

Let me tell you about a small folded notebook paper I saw on the table next to the couches, where we normally store santa's cookies. Ian is very big into Santa, and even at one point he asked me why Hannah was getting the red bags out. I told him Santa emailed her and asked that she prepare it a little so he wouldn't have to do so much work.

He thought that answer was sufficient.

But the notebook paper I found folded said this.

I have been angry these past months. I will be sleeping by the stockings, so I hope you put in some star wars legos. Love, Ian. P.S. Do you still use Rudolph?

And can you understand this?

Then he wrote in the Star Wars symbols he memorized and now writes in. He memorized all of the alphabet and now can write in his own little Star Wars language.

I say he major in linguistics.

Or humor, because his letter made me laugh so hard.

Later in the night I read his letter again.

He had crossed out 'I will be sleeping by the stockings.' Possibly because someone told him he couldn't.

Oh Ian, you make days like Christmas beautiful.

Happy New Year's Eve.

Lad

Well as you all probably are aware, I have a brother named Lad. He is quite cute, with such a great attitude :) He comes home from school and gets right to his homework, he is up before my parents and is never late for the bus. He also loves Bradley Clark to death. He is always right next to his side. But Mr. Lad is soft hearted, but aren't we all? During the longest Phase 10 game of my life, Lad and Brad were playing 'shoot each other' with the nerf gun.

Lad was shooting at Brad and missed, and hit Landon right in the eye.

Brad immediately burst into an outburst of bursting laughter.

Landon yelled, "Gosh Lad you hit me right in the eye, OUCH!"

Lad got that look on his face, and said holding back tears, "I did....didn't mean to." Then he burst into tears and buried his face in the couch.

Brad still laughing, because he thought it was a great shot.

Landon grabbed Lad and held him while he cried, assuring him that it was ok.

Brad still laughing.

Brad thinking Lad had a great shot all the while.

So Lad has a soft little heart.

But as you may all NOT know...Brad and I chose Lad in a random drawing I had at work. My co-worker picked the names and I wrote them down.

We got Lad....well watch the video :)

And Happy New Year's Eve Eve!

My Christmas surprise.

Well Christmas came and went this year didn't it?

I wasn't able to say Merry Christmas without the day just being gone before my eyes.

Gosh we had such a fun break. On the way to our house we drive by my Grandma's house. He said, there is a cow in the road. I said no..thats a miniature pony. He said, "NO WAY!" I said, Brad dear, you have been married to me for six months tomorrow, and you knew me eight months before that and you didn't know my grandma loves mini ponies? So he said, I want a picture....Alrighty Bradley.

But now we are back in Provo. Back to reality.

No more huge showers. Huge rooms. With a wii.

No more screamin babies.

No more food cooked to perfection.

No more bacon that was right from a pig that my dad bought and killed. Or had killed I guess.

No more sausage burritos from that same piggy.

No more ice cream shakes everyday, or two a day.

No more phase ten.

No more Risk.

No more sleepin in to 11:30

No more Christmas Eve programs

No more Hansen Family talent shows.

So my Christmas surprise...

Is to give you all a small video glimpse of each sibling opening their presents.

So you can see...

what it is like...to be a Hansen.

Or a Hansen by default (marrying a Hansen).

Here is Christmas morning. We sit and wait and stare at these red bags with our names on them, for hours, days, what seems like months.

So we will start from the beginning.

Faith.

Well first let me start with the information you need to understand this chaotic disaster.

We start from the youngest to oldest. Always...but this Christmas we were confused, because there was five nieces to worry about as well.

So I will start with those little chaps first.

I missed Halle and Ashtyn because they are still in the non-excited about Christmas phase. Sophie is Tanner's little girl and she is just barely emerging out of that stage. So please ignore my annoying laughs and grunts throughout all the videos..including this one.

Now we have Hannah's children. She has three adorable girls. She lives in AZ with her husband Jeremy, who is now a practicing dentist! Someday I will make it to their spot, with a practicing doctor as a husband. Sometimes Brad and I joke around. I will grab him by the shoulders and fake plead with him, "You are going to be a doctor, right? Right? Right?" Then I will fall to the bed and say, "Oh no, I thought I was going to marry a doctor." Sigh...then he will tickle me silly. And I will tickle him, because usually I win in those battles.

Anyway, here is the Skinner Family. Maddie is the oldest with the Muppets video, Molly is sitting on Jeremy's lap and Halle is eating a jumprope. Hannah is videoing, every once in a while you will hear her voice, and I even confused it with my voice, so you may too.

And I believe Remi opened presents before hand so she didn't really have any, but she did recieve the huge doll house along with Maddie, Faith already has one that I actually got for Christmas, identical to these you see in the picture above. So Tosha's oldest, Remi, you will see here below in Faith's video.

Faith recieved many more gifts, but I didn't record her opening her bag, yet a glimpse of her plethora of presents. But the bag was mostly clothes...BORING.

So I guess you have to wait to hear what I got for Christmas....and see it for yourself :)

Merry Christmas!

Oh the Beauty

We are finally done. School is out, and we celebrated by driving up to my friend's reception in Burley, Idaho.

Brad got out of the car at Walmart and said, "It smells funny here."

Ya Brad, every town in Idaho has its different smells.

Mink farms, dairy farms, alfalfa farms...you name it. We got it.

We went into Walmart and saw many people we knew there. All doing the same thing.

Getting a present for Kayla before the reception.

Kayla was absolutely beautiful.

We were best friends for so long.....since we were like 5. Yep kindergarten we fell deeply in friend love. I believe we had matching Dalmatian dog bone best/friends necklaces. You know, the bone split in half, she had one, I had the other. Kept us bonded. Forever bonded.
She looks so radiant next to me..I need a hair job...Maybe thats why I trimmed my own hair this morning over the toilet...it looks fresher, but the color is drab. Kayla does hair, and permanent makeup for a living. Maybe I should take her up on it.

Brad was so happy to be there. :) I made him wear the dreaded polo. He doesn't love polos. He only loves t-shirts. But boy do I love his freckles and dimples. Enough to let him wear a t-shirt and jeans to a reception. Maybe next time.
These are my high school mates. Now all of us are married except Jason. He is on the far right. Any girls need an awesome stylish hard worker, smarter than freak kid? Also he does animation...and he served in Ukraine. Just call 1-800-Jason. Jason and Eric were my closest friends my Senior year, we were in Chemistry together with a bunch of juniors, we all fought for the highest score. It was fun, We all got over 100 percent. Competition does that to you.
Faith and Summer cheesing the perfect cheese. My mom told Faith to 'shhh' in church. Faith responded with, "DONT SAY THAT WORD" and a little hit to my mom's knee.

I also was trying to get her to take a nap with my mom and I, my mom kept telling her to shhh, and I was trying to talk to her about being nicer to Molly (her niece who is 2), she responded with listening for awhile then she said, "I dont like this room." Very well put for a two year old who is getting hammered with dont do this, do this, be quiet. She frankly just didn't like the room...
We told Molly to give us her poker face. She was very quick to do this. Over and over again.

Merry Christmas, and prepare yourself for my upcoming surprise of a lifetime.

Practical

I realized that I am a very practical person.

I don't wear heels in snow.

I don't wear excessive jewelry.

I don't wear too much hair wear.

I don't cook extravegently but for special occasions.

I love tshirts and sweats.

I am average at most sports....except raquetball, Im terrible and very jumpy.

I am going to be a teacher, if that's not practical nothing is.

I ate eggs for breakfast, sandwich for lunch, and ice cream for dinner.

Thats super practical.

I have studied a total 8 hours for this history exam.

I said to Brad as he walked in, "IM SICK OF NATIONALISM"

Really, then I heard noise outside and in my mind I imagined Ghandi's followers pushing for peace and their own independence in India. I was sure they were rebels of Africa. I was sure they were Germans looking for Jews.

Then I realized...I'm too involved with this history exam. I just need to take a chill pill.

Also, the other night I got...mad? Frustrated ... I'm not sure what, at Brad.

For not helping me around the house enough.

I told him I didn't want to always have to 'tell him' what to do.

I made him feel bad so in the end I apologized and said nevermind.


Im such a pushover.

But then while I finished the dishes, he disappeared and he had made the bed.

He is so nice. That's love.

He heard me. And really we are just so busy that its nice to not be going going going going when we get home, and we don't really feel like cleaning.

But we already live in a dump, at least it can be a clean dump. Oxymoron.

Then the next day he said, "Brit I'm taking out the garbage without you asking."

He heard me.

Then today he said, "Oh look I picked this up without you asking."

Then I handed him a kit kat.

Jk, he doesn't need material reinforcement, he just needs me to notice that he is trying.

I told him that I know when he lived with guys they could let it go for months.

I told him we aren't doing that.

He heard me :)

So it was a discussion that has turned into this joke sorta, which I like about him, he doesn't hold grudges or complain.

"Look Brit, I did this without asking."

Back to practical.

Dishes have piled up, Christmas gifts need to be mailed, cards need to be made, and 4 finals still press my mind.


Ps half my thank you cards got mailed back to me.

Puke in my face.

Sorry Im six months out.

I posted them here, just in case you are deprived and needed proof that I was doing it.

But I had over 200 to send out.

Cut me some slack.....no excuses, punch me in the gut for being a procrastinator.

But thats just another reason I'm practical.

They are postcards....:)

I told you...

I know I told you I did some things...

But I forgot to give proof.

Ps Today I took two finals and wrote a final paper. Well I havent started the paper yet, but I am hoping to momentarily. Its only 6 pm on the first day of finals and I have 2 out of 7 finals DONE, and one paper about to get hustled.

First off..lets start with this..

Any guesses?

What you have no idea?

Well I will hint you up.

It's made out of candy.

No it is not the inside of a platypus's body.

Okay, another hint.

It's made out of starbursts.

Lots and oodles of them.

Oh you got it. It is a plant cell.

Sally and Echo made it for a project.

Well it was Echo's project.

And her partners bought the starbursts, and she made it.

I would say her partners got the better end of the deal.

It seems as if it was a lot of work. And, that would be yummy to eat afterwards...just wrap them in little wrappers tootsie roll style when you are done. Although you will have to consider the hand massaging they have gone through.... But that would be your lifetime supply of starbursts.

I told you we saw the Bar J Wranglers. I told you. I was afraid to stand by Brad, cuz I would cover up the Bar J. So I just hugged the Bar J.

They held this pose for me, so we could never forget it...never ever....he yodeled so good.

This is the jersey I have previously discussed. The jersey that Brad found out about, and asked for before Christmas. The little stink.

This is what I wore to Sally's birthday celebration. Landon is trying to grap the tie on this picture...sorry if it disturbs you. Ps, Brad dislikes my cowboy boots, but Im at the point where i Just dont care. Thats a great point to be at. He says he doesnt mind them when I cover them with my pants, but in this case I didnt want to get the bottoms of my pjs wet with snow....duh Brad. Deal with it.

So...aside from all of that wonderful info....

5 finals left and this monster paper.

Kiss me on the head and wish me luck.

Surprise!

I have the greatest surprise for you for Christmas.

Just wait.

You will love it.

It will start the day after Christmas, and continue many days after that.

Just know you will be getting to know the Hansen Family Christmas procedure a lot better when I'm through.

Prepare yourself.

This is my family at Adam-ondi-ahmin. Not all of us. But ...the drivers. Echo...she wasn't happy about the family picture :)

We drove until my dad said he was seeing giraffes.

Then I drove. In the middle of the night in Wyoming. I decided it was time for me to be done driving when the 200 mph wind and snow came to visit.

I loved that trip.

I love my family.