Time flies

My day consists of waking up at seven, going to school at 7:30 teaching from 8:40-11:50, then eating lunch while getting ready for the day, the PM kids come at 12:10. Then I re do what I just did.

Then I stay at the school usually till about 5 getting ready for the next day. Then I may go to the gym, go home and go to the park, or just go home and crash.

Now I only have 9 days left of that. After 160 days of it. I am almost done. And I am tired. So I'm so tired that I applied for a summer teaching job, at a different school, teaching the PRE K that aren't quite where they need to be to start Kindergarten, and teaching the K that aren't quite ready for first grade.
But it doesn't start until July 18th and it goes only until August 11th.

Also Brad and I booked our trip for our 2nd Wedding Anniversary.
Bet you can't guess?
Where is it?
Cancun?
Australia?
Budapest?
NO!!
All wrong!!
We are going to Vegas again.
Sorry to build up your hope of seeing beautiful and foreign pictures..instead you will be looking at the same boring pictures that we had from Honeymoon, and year one. We just feel its a tradition and we really want to stay in a five star hotel (we stayed in 4 1/2 for our one year) so we Priceline Negotiated, and said we wanted a five star hotel on the strip for 80 bucks a night.

Where did we land?
Vdara.
Click right on that word, and go visit the deluxe room (lowest available room is still a sweet suite) (don't cha love how sweet and suite sound the same but are spelled different and mean different things!)

Last year we tried priceline 100 times and tried five star hotels from 80-120 bucks a night and could never score one!! That room we scored is about 239-199 depending on the night you go of course. So we are going for 4 nights, 80/night!! I would say we are excited.

Vdara is a new hotel and I am excited to leave a google review on that place. (I am excited for other thigns as well)

Also, I guess the main reason I made this post was to catch up but for all of you friends and family who read, and who made it to this part obviously care enough about me to read clear down here. Come on I haven't posted for a month, and you may be bored, but you do care enough to read to this point.

So I am asking you as friends and family, to say a little prayer for Bradley as he takes the MCAT in 6 days. I almost began to cry as I typed that. You see, his score will determine our lives for the next 10 years. I couldn't say that about any of my tests, except probably Marriage Development...Jk. But honestly we are both terrified, and I get butterflies every time I think about it. I have booked that day completely for myself so I have no chance to think about him in that 5 hour test. He has prepared significantly and I know with the prayers and help of friends and family he will do well.

Thank you for reading to the bottom of my heart/post, and I will keep you better posted on my life once five and six year olds don't consume and control it.

Look at how adorable...

I picked up this in Texas while I was there....how cute is it!!! Oh my gosh I love it, I keep looking down at it and loving it.

Don't worry, I didn't pay my first paycheck for it :) I also went to Last Chance with Hannah in my 3 hour lay over in Phoenix. I'll show you what I got there Later!!!
Is anyone else excited for General Conference? Lounging and listening for 2 days! I love it. SO relaxing and rejuvenating. Too bad Brad has to take an MCAT practice test Saturday during the morning session :)

Took a break

Sometimes life gets super hard. And fast. It goes fast and you realize its March and your husbands baby sister gets married and you are in Texas visiting the 2 year old triplets who are six and then you realize they aren't babies anymore and its sad.

And the dog Emma isn't 3 anymore. She is 7, and in dog years that is 49. She is old and has hip problems!! WHat? What happened to my rambunctious friend that would jump up in my arms!?!?!

And since when did they play Wii? Where are the diapers? Man, time flies, and I thought oh goodness I need to savor life more. I need to go on walks, I need to get a dog, I need to call people more talk about old times, and what's happening now. I have this problem...I always look to the future, what is coming next. Now I just need to slow down and look at right now.

And Right now I am watching 3 6 year olds jump over rolling logs and they act as if they are really doing it. We were in the car driving today and they said, "We are Jewish." I said, " No you go to a Jewish school but you aren't Jewish."
Bryce: Oh, we are Mexican.
Me: No. You are American and Canadian.
Reid: What are you?
Me: I'm American
Trevor: I don't even know what Jewish means.
Me: It is a religion, like Catholic, Mormons, Methodist, it means you believe in God.
Bryce: Ya we believe in God and Jesus.
Reid: Yes, I believe in God, Jesus, and Santa.

I thought to myself, oh great, when you realize Santa isn't really are you going to think God and Jesus aren't real......? We will find out I guess!

I'll enjoy 85 degrees while Utah enjoys random bursts of snow, wind and rain.

Sick is a verb. Action verb.

You see one time in church at my family ward, Ian...my little brother who is 9 know but he was 7 at the time was sitting next to me, the speaker said, "Faith is a verb." Then I heard Ian mutter under his breath...."Action verb". Like he was annoyed the speaker didn't say that. Now Ian is a breed of his own. For instance check out my you tube channel with Ian's nine hour lego videos that Brad recorded. Well that's a story on its own. You see I recorded Ian and lost the video...then Ian busted into tears and needed a two day recoop to re set up. It was tragic. Not to mention every time I went home he would say..."Can you video me today?" Like 18 times a day.
Anyway brittanyhhansen youtube channel.
So back to the point of my story. Sick is a state of being...I am sick. So it can be a noun or an adjective. But I believe currently it is an action verb. To me. I am sicking all the time. Its always on the weekend. I'm getting to the point where for breakfast I swallow a whole garlic section. A trick my friend taught me.
Clove...not section. Wow the medicine makes me feel weird. Brad does research where they dissect pregnant mice and it has to be at midnight for some odd reason...so he gets back home at 2 AM.
I would like to see what he does.
ANyway I'm done being sick

This morning began with tears..

I went outside to my Passat. Backed it out of the garage, and was going perfectly straight, my mirror was far away from the other car, the new tenants downstairs. Then I heard it, a small crunch. I began to shake. My stomach was in my mouth. My heart sank to my feet. I felt totally frozen. I got out of the car, ran inside and had my hands over my mouth. Brad saw my face and said, "Whatever you did, its okay honey."

That should have helped...but it didn't. I just began to cry and he grabbed me and held my head in his shoulders.
"What happened?"
"I hit their car."

"It's okay Brit, its okay, you are okay that is what matters."

"No its really bad, and I feel so stupid"
He looked at it, and said, "Oh babe! That's nothing, you are fine, I'll leave a note, call insurance everything, you just go to work."

See their car was parked on a small angle, so when I looked I didn't see their back end over their line. Me thinking I was going perfectly straight...I was, and scooted across their car a little bit with my car.
My car has zero damage, theirs has a small dent and black smudge, since their car is white.

I was too scared to finish backing out. Brad did that for me.
It ruined my day, I felt like I couldn't even teach. I couldn't even talk. I teared up all day long.

How could I be so stupid. I tried to think of stupid things other people had done to make me feel better.
All I could come up with are things that I did that were stupid. Like when I backed up a car into a pole, garbage can, and got the truck stuck in 3 feet of snow in a borrow pit.

I couldn't think of one stupid thing Brad has done. Proving that I am therefore the only idiot on this planet. To make things even better, when I got home I had this brilliant idea of making them cookies for backing into their car. I went to the store bought some supplies and a heart cookie cutter. Their door is down a long set of stairs right below my door. I dropped my bag of supplies and they tumbled down the stairs, the cookie cutter sliding right under the gap of their door. Great!!!!!! I just need to stay inside today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So then I began the panic phase. I knew they weren't home, but I had no idea when they would be home so I got right to work, I picked up all the stuff, then I went into my house and got two rulers and taped them together and to top it off I taped a sharpie to the end of that. I then went down to the bottom of their stairs and smashed my face against the tile and slid my contraption under their door trying to reach the cookie cutter.

Awesome, if I can't reach it they will come home and think what the heck is this cookie cutter doing? Then I will give them cookies and they will put it all together. I am just a true and blue spaz, thats what they will think of me if they don't already.

I slid the cookie cutter every which way, and after about 5 minutes of pure sweating I got it, ran upstairs and shut my door and locked it, hoping they wouldn't venture in and begin yelling and swearing at me for hitting their car.

I made cookies, they were hard....of course nothing can go right for me in this day its already bad luckified.

I put them at their door, and prayed they wouldn't hate me, and that maybe they wouldn't try the hard cookies and just accept the gesture as kind. My panic attacks inside of me have eased a little, but I still feel like a moron, idiot and moron as I texted Brad 19 times today.

I'm going to bed early hoping tomorrow will be one of those days where its like "How can so many good things happen to me in one day" kinda day.

Brad reminded me of why I married him today, he doesn't freak out and get mad. He is just chill and its okay...even when in my mind, its not! It is the end of the world!

He said, "Its just a possession, you are alive, that is the most important thing."
And then I thought....is he human?

Life as I knew it.

As time flies by, I still think about blogging. I think about what I could say. So I am going to give you a small piece of my mind right now. I have an attractive husband. Pardon my bragging.

I have stinkin cute nieces. 

She really can't get cuter.

Tanning is awesome, makes me look like I have clear skin. 

Its deceiving and I love it.

I love birthdays.

Ian, Brooke, and Sophie.

All at once.

That's what we do in my family combine birthdays. If they are all in the month, that counts. Done, have a party. Pick a date in the middle of all of them, and its a party.

Ian liked the present I got him. He is nine.

Here is his email to me.

Subject: 

when are you geting my present?

Email:

Brit,

my party is Saturday & you still haven't got my present yet.you  should have it by now.get it  now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Demanding, and somewhat cute....

Sorry Tiera, this picture doesn't really do it for you.

But Faith, I love the way you talk, I love the way you call all dogs 'you lil rascal!' And I love the way you say, "Hey hey hey Brit, I gotta tell ya somethin." 

"You know yesterday? Well, yesterday Rosie had puppies."

Me: Faith that was like three months ago.

Faith: "Huh, I know I tricked ya!"

So cute. I love skyping with her. 

This is our friend who currently lives with my parents...long story why, but he is a sweetheart. My mom says he will just wake up in the night and wash all the dishes by hand. That's 11 people's dishes he is washing. That's a lot. Sweet heart.

This is Shad, my little brother, notice he has grown since I was home. His shoe size is size hugeo.

But he is pretty nice.

You just listened to what I was thinking.

Now I'm thinking I need to do my report cards. But I feel like eating spring rolls from Costco and laying on the lovesac with Brad while he watches the new office....

Who knows what I will choose...????

What's that you say?

Ya, I am a four weeker. I haven't posted for four weeks. But in my world, if I miss something I just move on. So I am moving on. You see, I haven't been very photogenic lately....I am a leper, and I haven't wanted to talk about anything because I haven't jumped at the idea of being a leper and talking about it, but I think I have come to terms, and I am okay with it, maybe because I found a temp cure, meaning I don't know if it will work forever but it is working for now.
Christmas went well, that's all you really need to know... like I said, I'm moving on from the past.

 This is what my students got me............perfume, Lightning McQueen, Kleenex, socks, gift cards, and presents galore. 

 Christmas Eve, I spent with Brad's family...we spent it shopping, visiting the PIE in Salt Lake, and visiting Temple Square.

 Here we are, eating away at the PIE. 

And for our long Martin Luther weekend we decided to travel with friends to Vegas....we saw this show.

 Actually we just saw our husbands....and that was close enough to what we would have gotten at Chippendales anyway.

We visited the most famous Pawn Stars store....no they were not there.

But we were.

We ate at the Rio buffet...more than any of us could handle.

 But this was my favorite plate, out of the six plates I got.

 Brad still hasn't eaten since.

And there is my fifteen second catch up.

Oh yes, my short term remedy for my spots.

Tanning.

It helps them and it makes me tan. Great combo.

Oh NO!

So Brad doesn't think a LIVE tree is necessary. But I, on the other said,

"OH NO IT IS!" 

So to a tree farm we went after a nice hunting morning with Julie in Lehi.

We got a little tree and decorated it so nicely.

Brad said since I brought in the live tree factor, he could bring in the real candy canes on the tree factor, then I said okay. I didn't think I would like white cords...but I do (or I like them enough not to return them and go get green ones). 

It's going to be my first Christmas away from home, so I thought I could have a tree at my house to smell, since Brad's mom doesn't really have a live tree...nor the smell I am used to.

Brad also insisted upon me getting my own stocking, Brad's mom thought I should use Mike's.

Brad said, "She is not an appendage, Mom."

Also, I think it bad luck to not have your own stocking.

My skin is improving, still crazy town though.

But lighting up.

Imagine bloody scabs, and bloody tights, and bloody garments.

That's what my life is right now. 

A scab will accidentally get touched, then my tights will accidentally be soaked with blood.

It's finals week for Brad.

It's Christmas Around the World for me at school.

Today I taught them that England is where Christmas Cards originated from.

Tomorrow I am teaching them about how poinsetta's originated from Mexico.

Its gonna be an awesome week.

The symptoms. VDA

Well it started two weeks ago with a headache.....then it turned into a dagger in my throat, which apparently they call strep throat. I waited from Friday until Tuesday to go to the doctor. Took the antibiotics as I was told. Then I like to say I slept all day crying every time I had to swallow Nyquil to fall back to sleep on Wednesday. Are you supposed to take Nyquil during the day...well I did, got a sub, and Wednesday night when I still wasn't better I got a shot. Right in the butt. I felt better within four hours, first time I slept through the night without getting up to drink nyquil every four hours. I thought I was in paradise!!! I was! My throat went from bleeding and throbbing to scabbed...or so it felt.

I thought it was paradise. . . Then around Sunday I started seeing bumps on my face, I continually told Brad.. "Look at the bumps! Do you see them?" He said, " I can hardly tell, don't worry, you are beautiful." Typical answer.

Then they were spreading...these bumps. Brad kept saying I looked fine...
I said to him about on Tuesday, "I don't care how I look!!! I just want you to acknowledge that they exist!"

Viewer Discretion advised...due to Brittany half dressed and some disgustingness ahead. 

The bumps...those bumps...they own me now.

 

Brad just kept down playing it, in order to keep me confident.

Now I am more than confident with myself.

I currently am sporting the rash as if it is the new scarf, or the new boots.

 Can you guess what part of my body this is??

It doesn't really matter, since every body part looks like this.

The rash is just doing great residing from head to toe.

 I don't even know what smooth skin looks like anymore, or feels like. 

I have gone through 3 bottles of Cortizone, one pack of Benadryl and lots of Epsom salt baths.

And I have family pictures to look forward to after Thanksgiving, not only will I be bloated, but covered in a million small pox. Good thing we are wearing black and I am wearing a high necked white button up...

Now its off to Standrod for Thanksgiving...stay tuned for that wonderful disaster of food, children, and spreading of diseases.

(you know because people are sick...duh)

Went for a little visit..

It was Echo's state volleyball. In between the games we went to the driving range. Thanks Aaron for buying all the balls, and thanks old man with nice golfing shoes for giving us your left over balls.
It was a beautiful fall day and Brad just swung away. Golfing is like baseball. Thats all I know about it.

I like his wash in his jeans right here, and his knee placement. Nice Bradley.

 So graceful. I look like a dying Indian when I swing.

And the finale. Perfect 80000 million yarder. Nice.

Chandler was more of the tomahawk. 

Brooke did her motherly duties....to her sister.

Okay, so I was teaching Ethan how to golf....and he said, "Why are you teaching me, you aren't very good?" Then I said, "I know, I'll leave."

Ethan made me promise not to give him any tips, the tips only made him worse.

Aaron just spoke Canadian the whole time. He doesn't speak much English.

He took over teaching Ethan. Ethan speaks that language. 

Ethan is a fine lookin gent. He is tall, lean and nice. Hope the girls are nice to him.

Landon kept asking Brad, so what did I do wrong there...

Brad would say, "I don't know."

Then I would say, "Well at least say something so you sound smart."

He is the only one who truly knows golf (Aaron too, but you know he doesn't speak much English) but yet he offered little to no advice due to being too humble thinking his advice wasn't valuable. 

Tiera was quite cute out on that fall day and I love her shoes. Like slippers, thats my thing. She is married to Landon if you forgot.

I'm glad my husband will always look young, I don't want to be married to an 80 year old, when he really is only 40. If that made sense...it made sense to me, in my head.

I can't tell if this picture is creepy or cute. My left eye is Asian.

We found a worm and Faith quickly named it Echo. Here I am pretending to eat the worm. Let's take a closer look.

Her worry and concern.

The close up. The worm is struggling for its life, it has only had close encounters with beaks, never with glossed lips and tongues. 

Also check out the cute Zebra pink pants I just got her at Gap, I go in to shop for dress pants and I come out with zebra pants. So typical of me.

Oh I forgot about Echo and volleyball.

Here she is facing the net wiping her brow. So tiring volleyball...you know Echo is like 6'5''. And she had about 4 blocks in a row, it was exciting.

This image is speed walk Echo.

She is just zooming through time with her bootie. you know she has always had a bootie like that, so cute, every since she was a wee babe. 

Well they lost at state, but we had a fun time.

We payed 20 dollars to watch her game, but there were free mini chocolate milk (Idaho Dairy hosts sports) so Brad said, "I paid 20 bucks for this, I'm taking 5 milks."

7000 calories later, we were happy.