Playing.

We have been playing a lot lately.

I handed in the TWS yesterday. All 500 pages.

Just kidding its like 50 or something.

We had this date night. . These are all of Brad's guy friends that brought their dates...fiances... (I almost typed finances...which is kinda true..fiances are your finances...or more like an investment... a bad one if you find out they suck at cooking after you get married.)
This is my hair. Brad wouldn't be serious....and this is a laptop picture... Probably the day that my student said, "Mrs. Clark your teeth are white." At lunch I looked in the mirror to check and make sure they were not lying.

This is Heather playing Catch Phrase. This is Kevin, they are newly weds.
They only got in a few fights...

This is Brenna and Eli. They will soon be newlyweds. We were playing hedbanz. Its a creative fun way to say headbands. Its from the 1500s. Queens and Kings played it. Brad's person was Tarzan, he didn't even get it even after I sang ahhhhoooooahahahahhahahhahoewwwww.

I was Princess Di.

Brad's friend Jeff's girlfriend Brenda told me that her mom went on a date with Ted Bundy.

Then I read about him and got freaked out.

I thought about all the dates I went on before Brad.

A random guy asks me out...single date.

He could have killed me.

I got lucky.

On a happier note.

I switched student teaching placements.

I miss Kindergarten.

Every single thing about it.

But 2nd grade will begin to come naturally.

I graduate in April.

I'll send you an announcement.

Doll

Isn't she the cutest thing you have ever seen?

I taught her a song, and my mom called me the other day and said she had it memorized.

I sang it to her maybe three times.

Whenever I get on the phone with her she says, 'Where's Bwad.'

My mom said she got the bottom of the gene pool...

Scraped the bottom.

She got the leftovers my mom says.

The wildest, funniest, craziest, moodiest, cutest, fantastic leftovers.

I guess thats what happens to the 16th child.

If you were curious.

Spare

So in my spare time I created an etsy shop.

Check it out for all of the excitement within it.

And heart me...that way I can keep you posted on my new items.

Wow, I am a business woman!

Click here!

They did it!!

We have been happily married for 233 days. Holy Smokey Bear. Thats a long time. Didn't even know it went by so stinkin fast.
Cutting cake. Oh so delish cake. We have it on our kitchen table right now, Brad saw this picture and ran to take a bite. Pudding in the middle and perfect icing on top. They didn't shove very much I was completely disappointed.
Sisters, sisters, better stay away from those misters. Whatever all of us have a mister now but Sally, Echo and Faith. Faith better not get a mister for at least 18 years. My mom made our scarves and the little girls skirts. Mama's got Talent.

Well didn't I marry the most handsome man ever? This was in the waiting room. No worries Brooke only took an hour to get ready, maybe she cried off her make up. That's what I did.

The ceremony was beautiful. Brooke was beautiful, her dress was beautiful. Aaron wasn't so bad himself. But mostly I love hearing the wedding ceremony, reminds me of mine, and how perfect it was.
There was a dance party at the reception. Faith was so tired but she wanted to dance. Brad was the danceaholic. I rocked out for hours, got sweaty and tired.

Baby Ashtyn and aunt Raquel were so tired after all the dancing and eating and standing. Hannah made the adorable headband.

The wedding festivities are over, and the long weekend is over, but I finally feel like I caught up on sleep. I love naps. Love love love love love sleeping in till ten. That's all going to end tomorrow at 7 Am.

I took two weeks off of work so I could focus on lead teaching, I am so grateful because working nights would bring me to tears every time I left Brad. Its like I go to work all day, then I come home eat in thirty minutes and go to work again. So it will be nice to have a break and finish my Teacher Work Sample. Oh ya, didn't work on it one drop this week.

Cheers!

Adorable

My so creative friend Annie made an etsy shop. I can't conclude that she will do requests, but I am sure she will. Check out her adorable pillows and stuff...HERE. My favorite is the 70s pillow. Might need one myself.

Sister...Mister

My sister is getting married.

To a mister this weekend.

We love the mister.

He is quite handsome.

It's weird though, because I have always thought that she was like...my role model, my example, but now she is older than me and getting married.

But trust me...its time.

I tease him that he just wants citizenship.

I don't think he thinks its funny.

He may laugh and then quickly and abruptly and awkwardly change the subject.

"Ahhhahaaa funny Brit, anyway how have you guys been"

That sounds like him. Actually just like him.

But, I love my sister Brooke, and I don't think I would treat him nicely if he didn't treat her nicely.

I even bought him some nice lingerie for him.

Actually she wears it, but let's be honest...its for him.

And her because she likes black and gray. Surprisingly she is wearing blue in the above picture, but thats just because we were on a hike, and she didn't care about the shirt, therefore proving my point of her liking black and gray.

Gray. And our friend Julie.

Wow, I was surprised to see this hat with a touch of pink and red, but gray scarf and dark blue jacket that looks gray, and gray scarf. Told you so.

So she is getting married.

Friday.

In Salt Lake.

I love her to death and am going to her bridal shower tommorow.

My goal is to get her to wear lime green....

Probably a dead goal already.

HA, joke, she always looks classy :)

Ps..I know you want to see this picture of me at ruins in Huancayo Peru.

Duh....I knew you did. Check out that blue sky. Wish we had one of those lately.



Loves....... My trip to Peru.

Loves.......Brooke.

Loves....Kindergarteners.


Cutest thing ever today, the sweetest little girl in the class was telling me about how her and her sister share all their clothes except birthday clothes.

I said, "Oh that is so nice of you."

She said, "Actually we do share birthday clothes, and my Grandma told me that when Jesus sent me he didn't send one mean bone in my body."

I said, "Amen to that."

She really is the most selfless person I have ever met, and she is five.

That's inspiration.

Cherry Pop Refashion Frock GROSGRAIN GIVEAWAY!!!!

Here you go, cutest dress ever!
Cherry Pop Refashion Frock GROSGRAIN GIVEAWAY!!!!

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.

:)