tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82503712478835773722024-03-18T22:48:22.151-06:00Isn't It Great?Loving life's little adventures.Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-65779121855144158132014-11-20T22:41:00.001-07:002014-11-20T22:41:03.235-07:00I Love This Kid.I just can't get over it. I love him!! <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Ovblel0xGak5plRCzpA0kMcJSQRT6hdDqN26DcNpBv9Xwe3tjPo_2cNifeTWjud-NMVXbG1tWhn26fGg_iZMUNDkUJ9AaBmVYkiuFm9E5MPZAuW5F_7ypd84Lkyoh6gDOARq0vPa7ZVa/s640/blogger-image-2102567715.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Ovblel0xGak5plRCzpA0kMcJSQRT6hdDqN26DcNpBv9Xwe3tjPo_2cNifeTWjud-NMVXbG1tWhn26fGg_iZMUNDkUJ9AaBmVYkiuFm9E5MPZAuW5F_7ypd84Lkyoh6gDOARq0vPa7ZVa/s640/blogger-image-2102567715.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3IIgvNqIXujx3O7lFEV_idPTeZGPLjfIQ_XrE687qBzRQHVWVMe_JTEFitnE1Au1cfKktXUgSd7DB3CFF0j1XgtCyLBLew-VZn_JBpgSxKRz-11_0iicByYbcm3ceUxHvUcUe-VXdHGka/s640/blogger-image--2004001366.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3IIgvNqIXujx3O7lFEV_idPTeZGPLjfIQ_XrE687qBzRQHVWVMe_JTEFitnE1Au1cfKktXUgSd7DB3CFF0j1XgtCyLBLew-VZn_JBpgSxKRz-11_0iicByYbcm3ceUxHvUcUe-VXdHGka/s640/blogger-image--2004001366.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVj4Xxf4kgym6L26EK0aVpAHOrIYUngb1WxUE4D20f5OwhZkHaJninxOD6wRLwhxWxZLv-vO-kpehqkzgIpV0Na6nA3fqPHOqFatUjiQAFXEPJlbgwhhKsU3TAbfeEdUi2I15np8OlHEDo/s640/blogger-image--840629217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVj4Xxf4kgym6L26EK0aVpAHOrIYUngb1WxUE4D20f5OwhZkHaJninxOD6wRLwhxWxZLv-vO-kpehqkzgIpV0Na6nA3fqPHOqFatUjiQAFXEPJlbgwhhKsU3TAbfeEdUi2I15np8OlHEDo/s640/blogger-image--840629217.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWWB-Xl2ow5IEXgH7F1sIulUZ9GIYX7xnAmTyVGJ64RCOFVMmKe33EcoIGAhVRh6Ag5wRSUiHpXjcnY0HOoR1eHg37NZCKQ2dQoVcYAgWsodvITCB9Qj2efNVQGp1MYtPLNmguHkrEK90b/s640/blogger-image-1067368032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWWB-Xl2ow5IEXgH7F1sIulUZ9GIYX7xnAmTyVGJ64RCOFVMmKe33EcoIGAhVRh6Ag5wRSUiHpXjcnY0HOoR1eHg37NZCKQ2dQoVcYAgWsodvITCB9Qj2efNVQGp1MYtPLNmguHkrEK90b/s640/blogger-image-1067368032.jpg"></a></div> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJlmkjq4yo-ezIhy7KgVO3nI7_8IXtwJBh6hDF4uheEvHU9vB9p0ZElbpLVDzhZngIy9czwhhAgq6WkDK06JggZQxcCcxOfIpnubxoL9XdEStie63XElWHy8y0jS0uiS0nqjjzhaVMMiH1/s640/blogger-image-675442529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJlmkjq4yo-ezIhy7KgVO3nI7_8IXtwJBh6hDF4uheEvHU9vB9p0ZElbpLVDzhZngIy9czwhhAgq6WkDK06JggZQxcCcxOfIpnubxoL9XdEStie63XElWHy8y0jS0uiS0nqjjzhaVMMiH1/s640/blogger-image-675442529.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmiSXOPN5Nuu8EJzhLnN8WYp3xUKGoy2s7WZtZwyivMGbJNOb5aN4XuratX7-Mr7oWi2lsCE4jytw5aB4CbpcSrIdWEOajBSHenHydKvhopqyGE2TFKN0YppbOnEvVr0_vKe09WWveal1/s640/blogger-image-1159431609.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmiSXOPN5Nuu8EJzhLnN8WYp3xUKGoy2s7WZtZwyivMGbJNOb5aN4XuratX7-Mr7oWi2lsCE4jytw5aB4CbpcSrIdWEOajBSHenHydKvhopqyGE2TFKN0YppbOnEvVr0_vKe09WWveal1/s640/blogger-image-1159431609.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The end. :) </div>Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-68653066161489181392014-09-09T02:13:00.000-06:002014-09-09T16:17:48.414-06:00Adjusting my Tetris Brain.In April I went to a routine checkup at my obstetrician's office because I was 28 weeks pregnant, just starting 3rd trimester. <div>
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After two months in the NICU growing and cooking and worrying his mom every single day, this sweet little boy came home. That was the best day of my life. I could hold by baby any time I wanted to- no driving, no scrubbing up, no cords- just sweet little baby. <div>
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He came home on Memorial day- making what used to be a really rough day for me, into a celebration. A celebration of a sweet new life having overcome his first big trial in life. My brave boy was home and I was not ever going to put him down. </div>
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He has been home a little over three months, is two months old from his due date, and five months old from when he was born. And I am in love with him. </div>
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The first night he was home I got ZERO sleep. It wasn't because he was crying or mad though, it was because I couldn't stop staring at him. He is so noisy and grunty that I didn't want him to keep Steven up, so I put him in his swing and stayed in the living room with him. I just watched him. I couldn't stop looking at him and holding his little hand and feeling his chest or under his nose to make sure he was breathing. I felt like a little kid at the zoo face pressed up against the glass mesmerized by seeing a crocodile for the first time up close and personal. This was my baby and he made it- he is real, and he is a miracle. </div>
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So, now that little sugarbee is home I get to start trying to be the mom I hope to be. The little monkey has been teaching me how to take care of him, as well as things about myself. I need to explain three of them so I can always remember this novice time when I don't know a darn thing, but am working like crazy to catch on! </div><div><br></div>
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<b>First, My mind works like a game of Tetris. </b></div>
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I love turning and sliding and moving pieces around until they slide into place juuuuussst right. They fit right in place with the other pieces, and when enough of them are in the right place they make a wonderful little burst and leave you with some great progress and then disappear- letting me forget about them and move on. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvOSKCUJxuZSOrmIZqXfP49SD_4O-W1LhfEcSIoSreTd_RPJyqlwGGs5J6VXEkUf_F0HqQ-kLCU86gA6KEAFkpmXenSMsuo8SoI25l5PB-0AEeXZOBRSxLpiVsxrKPOCxKw-iWkIUAB0P/s640/blogger-image--1299685082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvOSKCUJxuZSOrmIZqXfP49SD_4O-W1LhfEcSIoSreTd_RPJyqlwGGs5J6VXEkUf_F0HqQ-kLCU86gA6KEAFkpmXenSMsuo8SoI25l5PB-0AEeXZOBRSxLpiVsxrKPOCxKw-iWkIUAB0P/s640/blogger-image--1299685082.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div>I love having clear tasks that I can focus on, complete like a champ, and then fit in alongside other tasks so that it can be left alone to do it's thing, get's it's point, and then get outta here. I love having predictable expectations and knowing that practice will make me efficient and effective at getting those little pieces right where they go. I think like Tetris- everything fits, everything has a place to go, you put it there, then feel a sense of completeness and then move on. </div>
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Being a mom is NOT like Tetris. </div>
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Instead of little "L" pieces or "Z" pieces coming down from the sky, Motherhood drops like a flower, and then a shoe, and then a turtle. Shapes that DON'T EVEN GO! Oh look, here is a hippo falling from the sky- quick find a place for <i>that</i> to go. It's nuts. It's not how my mind works and I'm having to adjust my way of thinking. </div>
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I struggle not getting to feel the "check that off the to do list" feeling that I love so much. It's all just one big stew of everything instead of neat little lines and rows. It's like a box of nerds versus a pack of smarties. I want matching round smarties all neat in a row! </div>
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<b>Second, I am so tired. </b></div>
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I guess I don't have anything cool to say about that. I just needed to complain to someone. OH my gosh I'm so tired. Like ALWAYS tired. It's hilarious how tired I am. </div>
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There are a lot of mom's around me all the time. Some have one little baby, some have 3 kids plus a newborn. There is a whole variety. When I hear them talking about their kids, or their schedules, or their homes I have this default little voice in my head that asks, "is your house like that?"- "your schedule can be better than that!"- or "she must not care about that, but you will". </div>
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AHHHH!!! Who is that! I don't want that! I think in a need to feel validated about myself doing a "good job" as a mom I have to feel like I'm doing it better than someone else. </div>
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I keep thinking that we are all in the same race and some people are "winning" while I'm lagging behind. It's not a race though- it's like a giant dance party and some people are shaking it hardcore and some people are doing the robot. Who cares- it's a party and we're all having fun with what moves we've got. I just need to be happy with my moves, and if I see someone else's I like I can ask them to teach me. I have to be willing to be taught and not expect to automatically inherit a lifetime of skills just because I had a baby. It still takes practice. </div>
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Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-36826553175940397492014-09-03T23:38:00.001-06:002014-09-03T23:38:16.007-06:00I love Ryan!!Munchkin. Pumpernickel. Poochie. Ryers. Padawon. Pookums. Mooch. Junebug. Soybean. Cheekers. Pooper. Bubby. Bud. Buddy. Mister. Mister guy. Tiny one. Fuzzy. Sugar tush. Sugar buns. Cutest boo. Mini bop. Peachie. <div><br></div><div>And on I could go, but they all serve as names for my Ryan!! And every nickname fits him just perfectly. He is perfect. </div><div>Here, look at him! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwNDhj3nUb4QbcPRGyikur0vxjU3I57LnHDylsqWrLbDQv_uXwSuDIvBxdc-0xARlFECa3b47esg80bDxu0w9iJWKMJe3w-xqPibMGEsNxowF6B6qcrT_DL3_Cw0hdQdEGlDtY3w3MGd2/s640/blogger-image-1206441499.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwNDhj3nUb4QbcPRGyikur0vxjU3I57LnHDylsqWrLbDQv_uXwSuDIvBxdc-0xARlFECa3b47esg80bDxu0w9iJWKMJe3w-xqPibMGEsNxowF6B6qcrT_DL3_Cw0hdQdEGlDtY3w3MGd2/s640/blogger-image-1206441499.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdud35ByQGP-rXjDzIlzyeD0ZNHuzaV7cAuVGyDFIYXrcEU5OjLeonI8HOb60x9Z_srJ6SJ9JjN9IKyWFcqRT1cIg1-RzxSjh73OdUaUt7JGwcFmYKU9MjRE9s7NfOd21OhlT6GYSnaiep/s640/blogger-image-178828693.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdud35ByQGP-rXjDzIlzyeD0ZNHuzaV7cAuVGyDFIYXrcEU5OjLeonI8HOb60x9Z_srJ6SJ9JjN9IKyWFcqRT1cIg1-RzxSjh73OdUaUt7JGwcFmYKU9MjRE9s7NfOd21OhlT6GYSnaiep/s640/blogger-image-178828693.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDKe4PtzKyjB41Ao9_5Ici0mKRka3YuxQ6ITjzyi-T8fsfevdBEuR919ZSA0ZJ9zlr5BOwCu69iOdLbE6yM5iFHNp6Icf6GlHxp7xyCiOPCWsLQMn_uteXgrUABA0-qh4kpz-s1EsRlB9D/s640/blogger-image-122457245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDKe4PtzKyjB41Ao9_5Ici0mKRka3YuxQ6ITjzyi-T8fsfevdBEuR919ZSA0ZJ9zlr5BOwCu69iOdLbE6yM5iFHNp6Icf6GlHxp7xyCiOPCWsLQMn_uteXgrUABA0-qh4kpz-s1EsRlB9D/s640/blogger-image-122457245.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKQt000N0U2vs2FLSK-0qPFhlW0PfK95pw3kmLOzqdFDn46qSMJgA3ymTO8_iYy1nz16G7a1KhOBZ1wGySkj0u2bc7C4Fz1k7Cs-mDcHtS7ScmPuhzCU3oojVSoElRkJImpstYYf8S0Kxm/s640/blogger-image-699776175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKQt000N0U2vs2FLSK-0qPFhlW0PfK95pw3kmLOzqdFDn46qSMJgA3ymTO8_iYy1nz16G7a1KhOBZ1wGySkj0u2bc7C4Fz1k7Cs-mDcHtS7ScmPuhzCU3oojVSoElRkJImpstYYf8S0Kxm/s640/blogger-image-699776175.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNJPEs1EusJKnQdcOxBiWr9N6bdfQNThZ0q_9Lv1p3BkUBqIAVReQo58Z47kuAfYcldVXgn_oduWKESZbZib6ygkbE93WEyO95dEqetDx1u5HRRrVF0KhjnWkKNW1COo8hg2x81wnhvbs/s640/blogger-image-862706974.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNJPEs1EusJKnQdcOxBiWr9N6bdfQNThZ0q_9Lv1p3BkUBqIAVReQo58Z47kuAfYcldVXgn_oduWKESZbZib6ygkbE93WEyO95dEqetDx1u5HRRrVF0KhjnWkKNW1COo8hg2x81wnhvbs/s640/blogger-image-862706974.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Ahhhh!!! He is the sweetest and the cutest and he is mine!! ALL MINE till the end of time! I worry sometimes that I'm just going to pass out because I can't the sweetness. I am going to explode. I love this little baby boy. </div>Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-24231376437033009152013-07-22T22:33:00.001-06:002013-07-22T23:23:51.085-06:00Fun In Utah!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So we were in Utah last week for Steven's brother Kevin's wedding! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was so nice to be back for a bit and get to spend some good quality Hansen time. Here's a few pics from the trip. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On the airplane heading down. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0nCv8Et6yBO0u6jhzBFxDVB20NHgooGGPZu2WCK2hVmu0cGHGM-cMGFTDRRuG29AwGLs6Iq0M1DbE5WFVKWsfEuPaN6qDGaC_-GnN_npigp4xwyR4Z8o589sgWx9u2SdIP0KrKKRSV99R/s640/blogger-image-651266433.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0nCv8Et6yBO0u6jhzBFxDVB20NHgooGGPZu2WCK2hVmu0cGHGM-cMGFTDRRuG29AwGLs6Iq0M1DbE5WFVKWsfEuPaN6qDGaC_-GnN_npigp4xwyR4Z8o589sgWx9u2SdIP0KrKKRSV99R/s640/blogger-image-651266433.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Me and Ol George! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSjJPRFhCSF_O1Uud0QRmAbGelOzOUVEapnekDRjmGLxMK22vrWQOFvrc-3QfMfKnduouyF-3oxmRhT7f-NGbBmHHmA5ky5yIpqtKtaZVFNiPjdaysYdg_EDxxtw9IIZvzuReVJpBvlGJ/s640/blogger-image--1958139800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSjJPRFhCSF_O1Uud0QRmAbGelOzOUVEapnekDRjmGLxMK22vrWQOFvrc-3QfMfKnduouyF-3oxmRhT7f-NGbBmHHmA5ky5yIpqtKtaZVFNiPjdaysYdg_EDxxtw9IIZvzuReVJpBvlGJ/s640/blogger-image--1958139800.jpg"></a></div>So when we were younger and they were building the Smith's (that's now Hobby Lobby over by seagull book and UCCU) in American Fork, we would ride our bikes over to watch. One time after they had poured the cement for a pole on the right of the main entrance, Jay wanted to leave his legacy and carved his initials at the top, and a smiley face at the base of the new yellow pole. And how cool is it that it's still there!! We got to see it when we went to Hobby Lobby to get pinwheels to put at the cemetery. My mom loves pinwheels and would always leave them at Jay's headstone. So we picked the most colorful we could find and put them right in between Mom and Jay. I hope they like them. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Isn't that funny? His JW is still there. Jay Wentz' legacy is set in stone in good ol American Fork. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO76XsGpl7LGMBLBFZ_Zv7yHTQcgIWFmoKDf3GFPE8V9v5kYypu1rM_K9NGF3Dswp5fEHZ-45qD7HppEqlxsmtUQfdaoTKcw9ElkFhQvEgzaLhcFl21UzZaSCRysp_H6gUfPHRUFwc2CQV/s640/blogger-image--501165717.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO76XsGpl7LGMBLBFZ_Zv7yHTQcgIWFmoKDf3GFPE8V9v5kYypu1rM_K9NGF3Dswp5fEHZ-45qD7HppEqlxsmtUQfdaoTKcw9ElkFhQvEgzaLhcFl21UzZaSCRysp_H6gUfPHRUFwc2CQV/s640/blogger-image--501165717.jpg"></a></div>Happy Pinwheels. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6AVCohT1wywj_GeChlHHtmfDLdx5fYjfVIJjwHym6JtHZx9Uvuy8wDdKFgmobiFHyFPTyZ6ttP8zFRCchQCOG5hih1rhrcZGf2THeondQeLk4ph5Xarar_SFOdTLPR8mAu-JggBTY4HKB/s640/blogger-image--1438458528.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6AVCohT1wywj_GeChlHHtmfDLdx5fYjfVIJjwHym6JtHZx9Uvuy8wDdKFgmobiFHyFPTyZ6ttP8zFRCchQCOG5hih1rhrcZGf2THeondQeLk4ph5Xarar_SFOdTLPR8mAu-JggBTY4HKB/s640/blogger-image--1438458528.jpg"></a></div>I was thankful it was such a happy sunny day when we went to visit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So after spending a bit of Wentz time we got to stay with the Hansen's the rest of the week. It was a BLAST. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Playing with 'Pops' and the grand kids. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRaPktDpmUhr9I8JgXWSjOT7XqI5HG2dIftRn4-TZgUPv36YOpe92ekI2xrEBbZnC_DsOvu9gglEzSwR_EKt14fweKhU6WmGCQW7lOgcNRWWyPRK5QXD2ymZMMowims1UFcqGDqUm0UJVo/s640/blogger-image-2043973554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRaPktDpmUhr9I8JgXWSjOT7XqI5HG2dIftRn4-TZgUPv36YOpe92ekI2xrEBbZnC_DsOvu9gglEzSwR_EKt14fweKhU6WmGCQW7lOgcNRWWyPRK5QXD2ymZMMowims1UFcqGDqUm0UJVo/s640/blogger-image-2043973554.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Such cute nieces and nephews! I love them SO much!!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU1F-mNEcNRA_DjfckXydU3sLZAeM2vN1EWE0IWgFD0oWxR9nFKLCM-Ipj99-uq4G-QFbT1VGCMift3nMUcPFbwgPmp4Ia6SR6d9uRee6yVGeEy893JIwTTDQU1_xDFHNqiUBiyMz5YCON/s640/blogger-image--1113494486.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU1F-mNEcNRA_DjfckXydU3sLZAeM2vN1EWE0IWgFD0oWxR9nFKLCM-Ipj99-uq4G-QFbT1VGCMift3nMUcPFbwgPmp4Ia6SR6d9uRee6yVGeEy893JIwTTDQU1_xDFHNqiUBiyMz5YCON/s640/blogger-image--1113494486.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNNjgCx5CM58EbydcGMkTqye834lBThlNkvShBYsHbzv8h9n867Z4PcxKzLHzs_gTFlkkNPQ71i1s5mRzU_ceRkB2IaYNSboO_w9-yUYKnxJQsyL396GombOdARvISdP6eCh9TiuRi92BS/s640/blogger-image-435222962.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNNjgCx5CM58EbydcGMkTqye834lBThlNkvShBYsHbzv8h9n867Z4PcxKzLHzs_gTFlkkNPQ71i1s5mRzU_ceRkB2IaYNSboO_w9-yUYKnxJQsyL396GombOdARvISdP6eCh9TiuRi92BS/s640/blogger-image-435222962.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP1IXv1_c5zx5ZQcm8gl82qHOgLHfeOs71H4-Mn9FC630MVfOAT3VbnuipkQbDIN8pvHI2M_LA1q_OUAiPZNxTnIBdY1hlvv1fVVKnCwbe82TS6gUlrDf4Ulk-jQGHcTR41IVHxaH8AVU1/s640/blogger-image--333503610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP1IXv1_c5zx5ZQcm8gl82qHOgLHfeOs71H4-Mn9FC630MVfOAT3VbnuipkQbDIN8pvHI2M_LA1q_OUAiPZNxTnIBdY1hlvv1fVVKnCwbe82TS6gUlrDf4Ulk-jQGHcTR41IVHxaH8AVU1/s640/blogger-image--333503610.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRXzJuOA68FFm_SWiFqHx8MIy7kkZgKp14-LZn4aGaEkYcwlQknDGMndLyN4lhqRn4EZMfrdPAdOHRuQIPR7uG36BNPdHB_YV1tRq4tQN_H9IO5DS2CY1fGb4jAy0BIdNh5JwextIr7bD2/s640/blogger-image--1598317781.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRXzJuOA68FFm_SWiFqHx8MIy7kkZgKp14-LZn4aGaEkYcwlQknDGMndLyN4lhqRn4EZMfrdPAdOHRuQIPR7uG36BNPdHB_YV1tRq4tQN_H9IO5DS2CY1fGb4jAy0BIdNh5JwextIr7bD2/s640/blogger-image--1598317781.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Steven got to play some basketball with his brother Brian, Uncle Lee, and cousin Jacob. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyNSXbEy7U6XMmuDmWEv7XXtUcPWuinoT60u6i0OZMHTvfL0dww4dBCLhvxt9_FqJSEFhsfhUe5On8DwLoZebmsrA6_rRu-TcS0Xc4Cwups8Jee4JAT-YvDOPhkLUEJvU05BF4ul5mDA3m/s640/blogger-image-1125546886.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyNSXbEy7U6XMmuDmWEv7XXtUcPWuinoT60u6i0OZMHTvfL0dww4dBCLhvxt9_FqJSEFhsfhUe5On8DwLoZebmsrA6_rRu-TcS0Xc4Cwups8Jee4JAT-YvDOPhkLUEJvU05BF4ul5mDA3m/s640/blogger-image-1125546886.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And of course we got to see Alli and Kevin sealed! It was so pretty- I LOVE weddings!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9khLIDzZSLuIdOhNPZSvx7q3RvZp3-z8FvLH5rH8GdbCuOnn2QuPNN_1f40BekNspMO-Hq8XxH-LaSelXG5Uz7LuTrodtwv09vHr6pDU_qOdrZTDll2St6QyUxnUZmT5GkYu-ozttRwpQ/s640/blogger-image-755259960.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9khLIDzZSLuIdOhNPZSvx7q3RvZp3-z8FvLH5rH8GdbCuOnn2QuPNN_1f40BekNspMO-Hq8XxH-LaSelXG5Uz7LuTrodtwv09vHr6pDU_qOdrZTDll2St6QyUxnUZmT5GkYu-ozttRwpQ/s640/blogger-image-755259960.jpg"></a></div> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Such an awesome trip. It was nice to see some good Utah friends, some family, the mountains, and a wedding!! Woot woot!! </div>Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-83597365303940937602013-07-02T15:01:00.001-06:002013-07-02T15:01:13.268-06:00Summer Time! It's finally summertime! Steven finished school the first of June, I just finishes summer school last week, and it's finally time to relax! Which I'm really terrible at- I just can't sit still, I always have to be doing something- so it's a good thing I have Steven.<br />
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Steve is now a fourth of the way done with TCOM, and I finished a full year of teaching fourth grade!<br />
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For the summer we're just hanging out, then going to Steve's brother's wedding the end of July.<br />
I'm excited to see my mountains again! I love Utah.<br />
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Well, here's some pics of what we've been up to! It's been a while since I've written on this thing, but here is pretty much my life for the past year- These Kiddos!<br />
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This is a baby shower cake I made that I was really proud of!<br />
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Texas Rangers Game! <br />
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Our first "family pictures" since we got married. At the botannical gardens here in Fort Worth. It's a beautiful place!<br />
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-Kellie Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-52686504273264317312013-01-13T18:51:00.002-07:002013-01-13T19:49:19.396-07:00Five YearsIt's been 5 years today since I had to say goodbye to Jay.<br />
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5 years is a long time. But also 5 years flies by real quick. 5 years ago I would have done anything for 5 years to go by as fast as possible. Now that it has trudged by so slowly, I get to look back over those years and see all that's happened and how far everything has come.<br />
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I'm married to Steve. I'm teaching elementary. I graduated from college.
We are in Texas for heaven's sake! Steve and Syl have 2 more kids. Kyle
served a mission in Jay's "territory" of Ft. Lauderdale. My mom passed
away 4 months ago. I never thought 5 years could hold so much! Either
way, time has past, and we still will miss Jay.<br />
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We love him so much and will always miss him! Love you Jay! <br />
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First, quotes from my classroom: <br />
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a. "Mrs. Hansen, do you wear dentures?"<br />
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b. Student: "Look Mrs. H, I finished this book finally!"<br />
Me: "Oh tight! I'm so glad! I hoped you would like it."<br />
Student: "Ya know, you don't need to say that to impress me. I'll think you're cool even if you don't say 'tight' all the time.".<br />
Me: "Huh. I guess it's just habit...."<br />
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c. "Look, I can run like an Ostrich!" after which he runs around the classroom with his arms out behind him. <br />
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d. Girl: "When were you born Mrs. Hansen?"<br />
Me: "1812."<br />
Girl: "Whoa! That's a really long time ago!"<br />
Me: "I know it. I'm just really old!".<br />
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I love this class. They are such good kids, but so insane, and chatty and young. Oh so young. I forget sometimes that 9 and 10 really is so young! I love them. :)<br />
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Also, it's funny to me some things I see here that I never did in Utah. For instance, when did this whole "beverage" fad begin? Or was it always there and I never noticed. People say that cell phones have become an extension of people's hands, but in my opinion they can't be cause people's hands are already too busy holding drinks. Coffee, tea, coke, water, crystal light- it doesn't even matter. There are a few people at my school that I have never yet seen withOUT a beverage in their hands.<br />
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And it perplexes me cause I never see this. Which doesn't add up. Where does all this liquid go!? </div>
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Yet people are drinking something constantly. CONSTANTLY. It's new to me. And I think it's so funny.<br />
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Christmas chocolates at a Big Lots. If this is the sampler, what on earth does King Size look like!? </div>
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This was on the wall at a school we had a training at. I'm really not even sure if this really means what it seems like it means. But each toilet had a garbage can on top of it, so...yikes. Glad that's not my school! <br />
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Anyways, the Holidays are now coming! I had to scrape my car off today for the first time. How grateful I am that it's been in the 70's here. We have Christmas set up too! </div>
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And check out this cutesy pie boy holding our neighbor's little baby. There are some dang cute little kiddos here in our ward. We are in nursery right now and we love it. I've always wanted to get called to the nursery. We get to play with toddlers all day at church. I Love it! </div>
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Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-47967695118045788322012-09-06T15:17:00.002-06:002012-09-06T16:11:56.581-06:00Round Two<br />
There are no more adequate more for how I feel right now than these. Thank you Robert Keen, for writing this hymn. I'll forever be grateful. <br />
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<i>" In every condition, in sickness in health, in poverty's vale or abounding in wealth, at home or abroad, on the land or the sea As thy days may demand, so thy succor shall be. </i><br />
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<i>Fear not, I am with thee; oh be not dismayed, for I am thy God and will <b>still</b> give thee aid. I'll strengthen thee, help the, and cause thee to stand, upheld by my righteous omnipotent hand.</i><br />
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<i>When through the deep waters I call the to go, the rivers of sorrow shall not thee o'erflow, for I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, and sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. </i><br />
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<i>When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, my grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply. The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine. </i><br />
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<i>The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, I will not, I cannot, desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I'll never, no never, no never forsake." </i><br />
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-How Firm a Foundation, Hymn 85Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-14389340878219235612012-07-06T12:47:00.001-06:002012-07-06T12:47:26.849-06:00We are Texan.Last Thursday morning we set off at 6am to drive to Colorado, the first part of our travelings to Texas. It was a 10 hour drive to Fountain, where we stayed for 2 days with my big bro Steve, his wife Sylvia, and their 3 kids, Sabrinna, Tanner, and Baby Brianne. Call me crazy if they aren't the funnest to hang out with. Check out them telling us about where we're going on this car ride. (Hint, we are heading to a water park called pirate's cove.)<br />
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It was so fun chasing them around the waterpark! I love these little hooligans, and we had so much fun seeing Syl and Steve. They are moving to Virginia in the fall, so it was good to get a visit in before they leave us for the east coast. <br />
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We went and saw Brave in 3D. It was their first 3D movie. Sabrinna loved it, but Tanner didn't like keeping his glasses on. :)<br />
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They took this picture themselves with my phone. Is your heart melted yet? Cause mine sure is.<br />
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Thanks Steve and Syl for such a fun time!<br />
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<br />Sunday morning, again at 6am, we began the problem free, but super sweaty 12 hour drive to Fort Worth.<br />
Texas is flat as a pancake. This is a picture from the truck as we were getting close to Amarillo. Yes, we definitely listened to "Amarillo Skies" as we drove through. Thank you Mr. Aldean. <br />
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This little grasshopper hitch hiked on our windshield wiper for about 200 miles. What a lazy way to migrate! <br />
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AND I always thought it was just a stereotype, but everyone seriously has a southern drawl and says y'all.<br />
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Our apartment is great. It seems so big after our last place! It has higher ceilings and just a little more space in every room. We're on the 2nd floor, we have a cute little wood patio, a dishwasher-thank heavens, and a washer and dryer. It's already painted a light tan color which looks really good. This place is my blank canvas. I get to spend the next few years making it adorable. Here's our mantle so far, and the shower curtain I found and fell in love with!<br />
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This is Steven's suggestion for decor: <br />
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That's a Derek Fisher bobblehead, a Magic Johnson doll, a voodoo doll and alligator head from his mission, and Jerry West Doll. Unacceptable.<br />
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We're excited to be here and so far so good! It's crazy hot and humid (I love the hot, it's the humidity that kills me!), but we are here, and all unpacked, and ready to head to Aruba! Steven's parents live there and we'll get there tomorrow and stay until next Saturday. It'll be my first time leaving the country, and for a beautiful island none the less! Let's hope I come back super tan. :) <br />
<span id="goog_1780812140"></span><span id="goog_1780812141"></span>Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-28492882366493622162012-06-21T20:48:00.001-06:002012-06-21T20:48:25.077-06:00Repairs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is me and my mom, Michelle.<br />
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She grew up in Ohio. Her parents are from Poland and Czechoslovakia. She was a convert to the church in her 20's, married my dad and had 4 (super awesome) kids! She is a fantastic mother. </div>
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She has a sense of humor, she loves kids, and has cared for many children besides her own. I love my mom and there are lots of things about her that I want to be like. For instance, she doesn't see the boundaries between people. She'll talk to that crazy old man with the hat and the fanny pack in line in front of you at Walmart as much as she'll talk to the socially awkward teenager. She is kind to them no matter what they look like. </div>
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Since March, my mom has been in the ICU at University Hospital in Salt Lake. She had burns over more than 60% of her body, and has had ups and downs of healing. Right now we're about at a standstill. She has just as much chance of not making it through as she does of making it and continuing her life. It's made me think a lot about both options, and what my life would be like with either. I still want my mom to be a part of my life, but it's not really up to me. Whether she makes it or not, I love her, and I can do some things to keep her in my heart. <br />
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When I was little my mom bought a beautiful china hutch. She was so excited about it. She put the china dishes she got from her mom at her wedding in it for display. She would change the decorations on it and in it over time, and it moved to different places around the house, but she always treasured it. I know that she loved that cabinet. She always told me too that it would be mine someday. She wanted to make sure it went to her only girl. Not that any of my brother's cared- a china hutch is kind of a girly thing anyway- but it was this cool thing between me and my mom that it was "our" cabinet- hers now, and mine to care for down the road.<br />
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In February of 2010 the house fire happened and almost everything in my childhood home got ruined by either flame or smoke. I can't even explain what it was like walking into the house the first time after that fire. That was one of the lowest moments of my life. Oh man, one of those moments you hope to never feel again. If you've ever dealt with a fire, then you know that smoke is a monster. It permeates and destroys everything. Our couches got trashed, the cabinets, the oven, like all major furniture and appliances. The house was repainted, repaired, and brought back to life thanks to my ward's and my dad's tireless efforts. When everything was getting cleaned out and thrown away, my dad mentioned to a good friend in our ward that the china hutch was special to my mom and me. It was smoky and water damaged, and smelled terrible. Instead of throwing it out that good man wanted to salvage it. He spent all his time at our house that day using this special cleaner to wipe off as much smoke as he could, knowing that it was for me. I am so thankful to him. I was living in student apartments then, so it went in the garage where I planned to take it with me when I was married and had room for it. My mom was elsewhere and would likely not have a place of her own again to keep it in, so it now became mine.<br />
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Next Thursday Steven and I are moving to Texas! We'll be living in a little bit bigger apartment than we have now, and will be there for the next few years. We probably won't ever live in Utah again, so it's now time to take the cabinet with us! We brought it to our apartment last week from my dad's garage, and I had forgotten what bad shape it was in. It still smelled so smoky, and was really damaged. So, since we are both temporarily retired and had the week open, the repairs began! <br />
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This week we spent hours and hours stripping the stain, sanding, restaining, refinishing, and repairing. It was really neat to work side by side with my husband who I love so much to repair and restore and make new a precious memory of my mom that got destroyed in a fire that broke much more than a house. It was a symbol to me of new beginnings, fresh starts, and healing from past burns. We'll keep that cabinet forever. My children will inherit it now, and hopefully it will mean as much to them. I love Steven for helping me do this! It's going to go in our kitchen in Texas always to remind me of my mom and the things I love about her, and a reminder of what we can accomplish when Steven and I work together! :) So cheesy, sorry, but isn't it great!? <br />
<br />Here's the before, after, and in-between!<br />
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This is AFTER we wiped it down and cleaned it off. That white stuff is all water and smoke damage. The black on the back side of it was super smoky. When we bought it that was a light brown. And it's the porous kind of wood that soaks up everything-hence the cause of the smoke smell! We took the entire back boards off and got new ones. <br />
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All stripped and sanded! I never want to sand anything again. This took SO LONG! <br />
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Steven sanded the top of the top piece, and you could smell all the smoke dust coming out. It was all black before this picture. <br />
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Staining the doors and drawers. We chose a darker stain just to make it different than it was before. Something new. :) <br />
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We had to fix the drawer frames, so you can see the orange jenga game container holding it up in the back. <br />
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We ordered new handles for the drawers, but they are going to Texas, so we'll put them on when we get down there. <br />
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Here she is in all her repaired glory. Yay!<br />
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<br /></div>Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-91952654141670253172012-05-09T20:44:00.003-06:002012-05-09T20:44:54.444-06:00Lately.So a lot's been happening around here! Let's recap...<br />
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Steven, Steven's mom Robin, and I graduated. Woohoo! I was really done
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Here we are looking so smart. Steven's parent's actually live in Aruba now, so they came ALL the way from their island paradise for her to graduate. She's been working on her degree for years, it's impressive she finally finished it! And poor Steven is only at the beginning of years of school to come. <br />
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Here are Robin and Rick, my wonderful in-laws. How many people can really say they have wonderful in-laws they love to spend time with? That is one blessing I am infinitely thankful for! <br />
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Hansen family! They all came to support. Michelle and Justin came all the way from Vegas. <br />
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Wentz fam! Yes, we are much smaller in numbers that the Hansen fam. That's ok, some families are bigger than others. :) All I wanted was ONE good picture of me with my fam, and they just couldn't manage a SMILE the bums! My dad looks confused, I think he was telling someone how to work the camera, and Kyle just wants to look tough. He get's that from our brother Steven. Brother Steven doesn't show his teeth or smile in pictures, he just tries to look tough. :) <br />
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I love the waterfalls south of campus.<br />
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Anne wants to graduate too! This is Steven's brother Michael's daughter. She is in first grade and toothless! <br />
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Also in April, I got a new niece! This is Breanne Lillie Wentz! She was born on April 6th, 7lbs 8 oz, and 20 1/2 inches. Healthy and happy! Sabrinna is loving this, she wishes more than anything to have a baby of her own. </div>
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I made the first quilt I've ever made for little baby girl Wentz. It's not the greatest, but it's my first one and I figure it's not too shabby! Instead of just little cutesy pinks and stuff I went bold and did super bright colors. It's not really baby-ish I guess, but fun! <br />
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So school is almost over too! May 25th is our last day.We took some pics outside for them to make a frame thing for mother's day. We got a group shot at the same time. This is my little bunch of munchkins and hoodlums. They stress me out like crazy, but I will totally miss them when the year's over. <br />
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We had an etiquette dinner a few weeks ago. The kids had to come in their very best dress. They brought the utensils, plates, decorations, etc. for their groups table and learned how to eat like a polite real live person and not a baboon. <br />
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Ok, biggest of all, we move to Texas in 7 weeks from tomorrow! That's like kind of 2 months, but also kind of like no time at all. I'm scared out of my mind to not know anyone, and to be away from my home, and to have no idea where I'm going to be able to find a job or if I'll be able to. AAAHH! Its kind of making me stressed out.<br />
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But then it's also a fresh new start. We'll have a fresh new apartment for me to decorate my heart out with. I have a pinterest board solely for ideas for our Texas apt. I'm so excited to paint stuff, and put it all together. We'll have a fireplace, mantle, a little balcony, and a pretty good sized laundry room. Since we'll have the whole mantle/fireplace, we decided we wanted to get a really pretty picture of the Timp temple to put up on the wall above the fireplace. We wanted a little taste of home as well an awesome missionary tool as it will be the first thing you see, the clear focal point, of our living room. We looked around at Deseret book and found some pretty great ones. Then we looked around in the mall just to check. One of my favorite stores in the mall is Tai Pan Trading. I usually start hyperventilating going into that store. It's everything I love that could ever been rolled into one store. Oh, so great. We were a little surprised as we walked to the back and they had temple pictures! Steven saw this one of Timp and called me over. Right as I saw it I started crying! What a baby! But what a pretty picture! The tears sealed the deal, and that was "the one"! So this gorgeous sepia/ red floral picture will be the pride and joy of our living room. Do you love it like I do? I know it's not a bright/colorful type one, but it's just gorgeous to me. I love the vintage/sepia look, so that's perfect. The temple looks like a castle and I'm so excited for when people ask what it's a picture of I get to tell them it's where I got married. :) (sorry, the price tag got in the picture. I didn't notice it till I uploaded it) <br />
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So, Texas here we come. Do you know any people in Fort Worth that I can be friends with? I decided I need to make a cowgirl friend that will do cowgirl things with me. But also a teacher friend who can help me know how to get acquainted with the school system down there. And a maybe a friend from Utah. That would be a really comforting friend to have. <br />
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Thanks for reading my big ol chapterbook today! Have a nice rest of the week. :) <br />Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-65068379480073376602012-03-10T19:44:00.002-07:002012-03-10T20:08:07.865-07:00I have the best idea.I think that there should be a new college degree available at most major universities.<br /><br />It should be a major in Fancy-Pantsery. (<span style="font-style: italic;">fancy-pantsery [fan-see-pant-sir-ee], noun. when things are embellished or decorated to become more fancy. </span>She couldn't believe the fancy-pantsery that was present in her new neighbor's kitchen.)<br /><br /><br />Yes. Fancy-Pantsery. These would be some of the courses:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">FP 100-</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">What is Wainscotting, Bunting, and Moroccan tile: A beginners guide to a fancy-pantser's vocabulary. </span><br /> You'll never look like an idiot at Hobby Lobby or Home Depot again.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">FP 232-</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Reinventing the wheel-so that it color coordinates with your kitchen! </span><br /> In this course you will learn that the decor or routines in your home are ok, but could have more color, fabric, or sparkles. Final project will be creating a colorful cleaning chart different from any other already online (cleaning chart must include either twine, lace, or chalkboard paint)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">FP 275-</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Machine Lab</span><br /> Learn to work with Cricuts, Slices, Sillhouettes, Cuttlebugs, Sizzix, and Spellbinders.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">FP 300</span>- <span style="font-style: italic;">20th Century FP Literature</span><br /> Required Texts: Martha Stewart Living, Pinterest Subscription, Family Circle, Better Homes and Gardens, and Home Depot Catalog<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">FP 350- </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Baking Soda and It's Many Uses</span><br /> From a facial to cleaning your toilets, this one little powder does it all. Required Materials: Costco size box of Arm and Hammer Baking Soda<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">FP 400-</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Capstone Project</span><br /> Create a web log and update daily. Must acquire 500 followers to receive full credit.<br /><br />Pinterest would be the dean of this program, with Google's blog roll as the student support department. Optional Minors that could be earned would be: Mason Jars, Color Specialist, Organization, Embossing, or Lace Inspired Projects.<br /><br /><br />I told you I had the BEST idea. :)<br /><br /><br />p.s. This is SO dedicated to Lorren Lemmons. :)Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-43581878213419762872012-02-16T21:44:00.006-07:002012-02-16T21:57:26.777-07:00Words of Wisdom<div style="text-align: center;"><span ><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">Out of the mouth of 10 year olds this very week: </span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">"Going to the mall is like every girl's dream!"</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">A boy leaned up to my mic and yelled "butt!" I pulled it away and asked what he was doing. His response was, "teacher, I don't know anyone who doesn't get a good laugh out of hearing the word butt over the loudspeaker". </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">We were on our way to go ice skating for Valentine's and one boy said on the bus, "Ya I'm really excited for this, I'm pretty good at skating. Last time I went I did like 7 triple axles" (This boy put his skates on backwards when we got there...) </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">And this was my favorite, so I took a picture for you: </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">(sorry I can't get it to rotate...you'll have to read sideways...)</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccwTpQt-GvIqn1mHQpWLNB-cnJsPRjk8sMK7vdP-WXNLTlq3qiqUBP_yAYA4gC6IU4RaZkNQZp1481YJERZ6L5za0jiiFZd-66hI_l4Kb8LlSmONlPp_05oNLwSAAP5ihSweD3QfZVPqY/s320/stupied.jpg" /> </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Great week so far! </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Next week is TEXAS!! Wooo! Were going down to check out apartments, and it will be my first time in Texas! </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div>Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-28542251069793254572012-01-27T22:46:00.003-07:002012-01-27T23:19:35.633-07:00Fridays are FabulousHello! It's me! So I've been spending my days with ten year old hoodlums for almost a month now, and I just want to tell you about it! <div><br /></div><div>First of all I'm in love with this job. I really really love it. I have had some pretty late nights at the school, but it's all time well spent and enjoyed. I'm kind of maybe addicted. I should probably work on getting a little more balance. I'm just there planning lessons, and copying stuff, and laminated things, and setting up my classroom and grading math or writing-and I'm in love with every second of it. Poor Steve though, I haven't cooked an actual dinner on a weeknight in like two weeks.I think we finally have all the set-up and routines going, which is a HUGE relief. So maybe I'll get home before 8 from now on. :) </div><div><br /></div><div>So my class-well, they are super crazy. 20 of the 25 kids are hispanic, 1 has hot pink hair-but she's just the sweetest girl ever, they all never stop talking, they are obsessed with hot cheetos and "party rock". And "skrillex", whoever that is? They try to convince you they weren't talking, or someone else was talking to them and made them talk. Or that their homework is done-but they just left it at home. It's really funny. They probably think I'm super mean cause I don't really entertain excuses like that. If they don't have their homework they do it during recess. Is that cruel? They only have math like three days a week though the big whiners! They won't die doing 20 minutes of math a few nights a week. :) Maybe they'll even get smarter!! :) </div><div><br /></div><div>Our school is awesome. The principal is so invested and involved in the kids' success. It's really refreshing to see the leadership of the school so involved in things and dedicated to make good things happen! It's pretty common to have older leaders that just kinda "monitor" but don't really make the changes that are needed. This school really has it together. </div><div>I'll have to add pictures soon! </div><div>I am so incredibly lucky to have this class. This seriously is my dream job. </div><div>All the painful hours of BYU's Education classes have paid off and I finally get to do what I want to do! Did I tell you that one of my professors told me I wasn't cut out to be a teacher? That I was lazy and unprofessional and no school was going to want to "babysit" me? I dealt with her railing on me incessantly for two semesters. I wanted to change my major so many times- it was a tough road. I felt so strongly about sticking with it though, and had a few incredibly kind teacher friends that kept my spirits up-thank you kim, brittany, and shannon. :) Now it's all paid off. There is seriously nothing else I would rather do all day. I kind of want to flash my shiny diploma in her face and tell her to take a chill pill! Some people...sheesh. </div><div>I am so happy to be a real live teacher. :) </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-84907937872401961512012-01-10T23:26:00.002-07:002012-01-10T23:39:40.750-07:00Day 6Well,I have been a fifth grade teacher now for six days. Totally my dream job and I love love it! But today was just too funny. So here's the stats for the day:<div> 4 kids were crying at some point in the day</div><div>1 boy spent the last half hour of school hiding from me behind the computer cart because he was really mad at me- I made him take his language arts test just like every one else had to. I'm the meanest. </div><div>14 hours I put in today. I got home at ten. </div><div>20- there were about twenty times I wanted to kill some kids today. Argh. </div><div>50-I gave out like fifty gold star stickers to get kids to work. It started as a joke- at least I meant it to be- I had no idea fifth graders were still so motivated by star stickers.</div><div>59- this is the amount of classroom money in our fine jar- we have class money, they get two dollars a day, and it's a dollar fine if you are talking when you shouldn't be. Mind you today is Tuesday- the jar was emptied on Friday. It's only taken them two days to form over 59 dollars. Tough start to the week I would say. Let's pray tomorrow is better. My goal for tomorrow? No more than one person crying, less than$30 in our fine jar,and no one hiding from me cause they hate me. Wish me luck! :)</div>Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-61214243055865989552011-12-15T15:21:00.002-07:002011-12-15T15:40:48.563-07:00Oh my goodness, I'm dying here!!I have had SO many interviews. Oh my goodness, I just want something to work out!<br /><br />2 were for candidate pools, in case their district ends up needing someone soon.<br /><br />1 was a little crazy...a charter school where the interviewer basically spent the whole hour telling me why I should not work there, and why he wouldn't want to. I'm 100% serious. I think he was having a bad day, poor fella.<br /><br />1 was for an awesome aide job, but it only offers about 20 hours a week. I really love the woman who interviewed me, she was so kind, and she offered me the job, but for the sake of being able to pay the bills I think I'm going to have to turn in down to find something with more hours. sad day.<br /><br />1 was for the Kelly substitute teaching thing so I can sub next semester. I might end up doing that.<br /><br />1 was for a school who ended up hiring someone else with more experience. They didn't like so much that I finished my degree four days earlier.<br /><br />1 will be on Monday for another aide position at a school I really really like.<br /><br />1 is for a super duper school super duper close to my house, and with a faculty that I know from student teaching and REALLY love! It's a really poorer area with a lot of spanish speakers- I love it!! That's what kind of school I want to be in, if that doesn't sound too crazy. The kind where they really really need you to teach them and love them and support them! The kind of school where the kids' home lives might not be so glamorous, but they know when they come to your classroom they are going to be getting down to business and learning, laughing, making friends, and feeling better prepared for their lives as responsible citizens. Oooooh cross your fingers they will hire me!! I would work my little tail feathers off for them, I know I could do a good job! AND, here's the thing, it's 6th grade. 6th grade is my FAVORITE. It would seriously be my dream job. Teaching 6th grade in a title one school with a lot of need and a lot of diversity. And I'm only 23. How awesome would that be to get your dream job a week after graduating and only being 23? oooooh my goodness. SOOOOOOoooo cool.<br /><br />I guess I'm setting myself up for embarrassment though if I don't get it. Look, now anyone who reads this and finds out I didn't get it will know of my failure to procure my dream position. But maybe you will still respect me since I just used the word "procure" in a sentence correctly. :)<br /><br />And cause I can name all the phases of the moon! Can you? huh? Ya, probably not many people except those teaching or enrolled in 2nd-6th grade. We are an elite few who can actually name those darn phases that are so confusing!<br /><br /><br />Anyway. I'm supposed to find out by tomorrow. Let's hope this next post is one with joy, lots of capital letters, and woohoo spelled with lots of o's.<br /><br />I just want to teach! Is that really so much to ask? Someone out there: Let me teach your children! I'm nice I promise! And they'll learn lots n' lots! <br /><br />Oh dear. I guess all newly graduated people go through this hiring circus!Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-9540959347696150082011-11-30T16:19:00.002-07:002011-11-30T16:39:19.743-07:00I'm bushed.I am so tired. <div>Like this kitty.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://encrypted-tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQjzlapOgnhekqdMxeC_9UW0GwVWcx6izVi9s8zppgMNRUXC8Z7" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever stop being tired. </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ49UFfm1LY1ly6Z9BhY9lFX01bMb82JNaGubUvnr22Mrl1RKpx3Q" /></div><div>It makes me scared to be a mom someday cause it will probably be this tired times five.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday I fell asleep on the couch while I was texting kyle. I fell asleep for 4 and 1/2 hours.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yikes. </div><div><br /></div><div>I feel like I'm herding caffeinated cats during the day, and exhausting my brain trying to create lessons that are effective once I get home. Yes, I'm whining. but I'm tired!</div><div><br /></div><div>I like what I'm doing, and it's fun at times, and tough at others, but it's still tiring. </div><div><br /></div><div>I found out today that my 6th graders thought I was getting paid to teach them. Ha. Ya right. I'm PAYING $2,000 bucks to spend my life planning for them and teaching them. Then when school is over I go to work. So that I can afford to pay to teach them during the day. </div><div><br /></div><div>I just need like a week long nap. </div><div><br /></div><div>And seriously HOW MANY times and ways can you go over the phases of the moon before they start to get it. We've done simulations, pictures, videos, drawing, labeling, matching, cutting and pasting, more simulations, rote practice, songs, powerpoints, pnemonics, whiteboards, so much repetition....I'm kinda get stuck here. There are 8 phases. I know it's tricky, but I'm plum out of ideas for trying to teach the names of those stinking 8 phases. Any ideas?</div><div><br /></div><div>Life is going fast forward. It's seriously wednesday. The week is almost over? How!!? Talking to steve last night I literally could not remember what day it was. </div><div><br /></div><div>My brain is melting. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thank goodness I have cool kids. Our class is DEFINITELY the best behaved of the three 6th grade classes right now. That's so so nice. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway. I'm done with my whine fest. I'm so excited to be done. I have seven days left of student teaching. Two of those days are fridays, which are like the end of the loaf of bread that you eat for fun, but it never really does much good for ya and isn't big enough to fit anything substantial inside it. It's just the end cap on the loaf. Friday's are the nice little end cap on the week- a time for testing or whatever else ya gotta finish. So basically five more days of substantial instruction. I can do it. Then I can sleep for like fifty days. wooooo! </div>Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-35265216044769545032011-11-20T21:47:00.002-07:002011-11-20T22:16:42.080-07:00Family is about laughing.Sometimes I think I'm really funny, but I wonder if others would appreciate my humor as much.<br /><br />I think steve really deep down thinks it's funny, but he's trying to be the mature one.<br /><br />For instance, you know how you create a fire and earthquake escape plan with your family? I think it would be funny to create a "dinosaur attack" plan. Like have good places to hide in case a velociraptor gets in the house. Or teach your family about how to hide from a dinosaur. Steve thinks it would make our kids scared of dinosaurs. I think it would be funny.<br /><br />Or also, today I wanted to start creating the Hansen Family Constitution. Here is what we have so far:<br /><br />Article 1. Always say I love you to fellow family members<br />Article 2. Hansen posterity will cheer for the Lakers. (Kellie Hansen is except from article 2.)<br />Article 3. No swearing<br />Article 4. We abide by the classic rules of dibs. Aka, shotgun, I call _____, stamp it, double stamp, etc. No challenging a "shotgun" call.<br />Article 5. Chocolate chip cookie, brownie, and cinnamon roll recipes are not allowed to be made in "half-recipe" quanitities. A full recipe must be used. (Article written by Steven)<br />Article 6. All Hansens shall participate in lighting fireworks on fourth of July.<br />Article 7. Hansen's must never leave a spill in the microwave.<br /><br />We'll continue as important issues come up. :)<br /><br />Also, for punishment when our kids are crazy, I think they should be required to untangle a ball of Christmas lights. It will teach them patience. I just thought of that today in church.<br />Who supports me on making these part of Hansen tradition? Maybe things will change once I actually have kids...Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-44508045915293905302011-11-15T19:33:00.004-07:002011-11-26T11:18:38.327-07:00The perks of BYU InfoI swear there are fewer frustrating things that trying to help an older person navigate the internet or a website over the phone. Oh wow.<br /><br />A lady just called to help her daughter log on to Independent Study, and apparently it wasn't working when they tried.<br /><br />Here's about how it went:<br /><br />Me: BYU Operator<br />Lady: Are you like the operator to tell me places are closed now?<br />M: (it's 7:30pm) Well, most offices are closed, but I may be able to help you. What are you trying to do?<br />L: I am trying to log on to my daughters myBYU and it won't let me. It says it doesn't exist and I swear she just signed in two weeks ago. She's been taking this class since June.<br />M: Ok, well is it for an Independent Study class? (anytime it's a call where someone is frustrated about their class, test, or that they can't get access to their class they are usually talking about independent study)<br />L: No, she's taking some math classes. It's for a high school program.<br />M: (yep, Independent study). Well their office is closed right now, but I can try to help you. What website are you on right now?<br />L: It says myBYU, Brigham Young University. But it won't let me in. (yelling next to the phone) LAUREN! com'ere! come tell this lady what's your class thing.<br />M: Ok are you at the independent study website?<br />L: I'm just on the home page. It says brigham young university. but it won't let me log on.<br />M: Ok, try going to is.byu.edu (the independent study website)<br />L: where is that? What did you say? I don't know what you're talking about.<br />M: The address bar. It's up at the top<br />L: what? Do I log in? Where are you at?I'm on byu's page.<br />M: Where the website address is. Up at the top. You need to try this other website.<br />L: So do I not go to mybyu.education.edu (Ok, this is totally not even a real website, I have no idea where she was getting this from) They told us to go to mbyu.edu.education (she switched it this time...) I thought that's where I'm supposed to go.<br />M: Well if that's not working for you, I think this different website might help. It's a different website, So you have to type in the URL bar "is (pause) .byu (pause). edu"<br />L: Where are you looking? I'm trying to log on to my daughters class. (yelling) LAUREN!!! what's your ID for your class? It just says BYU.<br />M: Ok, do you see at the top, the long white bar that probably has "http://byu.edu" in it?<br />L: Um, ya, like http:? I, hold on, this thing is too dark, (to the side) Lauren, how to do I make it so I can see it? (me wondering if she is doing this on an iphone or something?)<br />M: Ok so where it says http://byu.edu- that is the address bar.<br />L:ok so I take it off?<br />M: yes, you need to delete it.<br />L: ok, so I have the https://<br />M: no you have to delete all of it<br />L: all of it, the whole line?<br />M: yes. So delete it and type "I" "S"....(waiting)..<br />L: i.........s...............<br />M: Ok, so IS.BYU.......<br />L: ......ok.<br />M: .edu<br />L: Ok, I got it. and it has her name on it?<br />M: That means that you are logged in, so go ahead and click on the "mycourses" link, and it should show the classes she is registered for.<br />L: courses,courses, ok, oh there's her classes! How come it didn't work before?<br />Me: Perhaps you were on the wrong website? I would use this one from now on.<br />L: But they told us to use the byu.education.edu? I'm supposed to use that one<br />M: Well since that one wasn't working for you, and this one is, I think it would be more helpful to just use is.byu.edu.<br />L: well I'm gonna have to give them a call next week and see what's going on.<br />M: well they'll be open on monday morning at 7am. (in my head: I know what's going on! your going to a website that doesn't exist! use this one woman! is.byu.edu! that's all there is to it! sheesh.)<br />L: ok well thank you. have a good night<br />M: your welcome, you too!<br /><br /><br />wow. some people struggle with technology. and listening.Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-41895228588026024602011-11-04T15:47:00.005-06:002011-11-04T16:58:28.484-06:00Happy Birthday Jay!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-CD9iukpCFpxEMvfw-iL8JbFZue9kCoZFXttPyvw9vEVLPTYpUyLz1AEVXt9j0ecmrtLVCAd86-F6EK2gQ9awaRFG8yitYay6-Z4C95cJNp3CkW4o55uzi9GIPCyxRAdnfNUtYTHkZbWb/s1600/13a.JPG"><br /></a><br /><br />Today is Jay Wentz' birthday!<br /><br />I am stuck at home today since Steve has the car at work, so I can't go take balloons or anything, which is a bummer, so that will have to wait till tomorrow.<br />But for today, I don't want his birthday to be forgotten.<br /><br />He deserves a Happy Birthday shout out!<br />He would be 28 today. How crazy is that?<br /><br />Once I remember Jay getting this big ol bag of taffy for his birthday. We were jumping on the tramp in our back yard and he had a bag of orange taffy. Random memory, but it paints a super vivid image in my mind. The peach tree was on the side of the tramp and we'd see if we could jump higher than it.<br /><br />I remember how much he liked halloween. He dominated Halloween. He would get a pillowcase of candy and then gamble with it with us- we'd all put a piece in the pot, play paper rock scissors, and whoever won got all of it. He seriously wiped us out. Kyle and I still can't figure out how he always won. But the thing about Jay was that he wasn't selfish and kept it all- he'd make us say some surrender line like "Jay is the coolest ever, Halloween champion extraordinaire and I will give him all my money", and then he'd give it all back so we could keep playing (and he would win it all over again, but we never got tired of playing.)<br /><br />I remember game days. Wentz game days were intense. Jay made all games/competitions the real deal. We'd play monopoly, parcheesi, and Life all day on Thanksgiving. We would play over and over and over. It was so fun. New Years day and Thanksgiving were always game days.<br /><br />I remember lots of times that he would set a brownie mix or cake mix on the counter so I would see it when I walked by and he would say, "Huh, what's that doing there? You should make them!". :) That was his ploy to get me to make food for him.<br /><br />I remember I really wanted to go to EFY (my parents weren't too into the idea, so I had to pay for it myself) , but I wasn't going to have enough money. Jay was talking to me about it and said that a lot of his mission companions really gained their testimonies at EFY, and he really wanted me to go. He said that he made a lot more at his job than I made at mine so he wanted to help me out, and he gave me $80 to cover the rest of the registration money. He said if I wanted to pay him back I could, but if not then it was just a gift. That's probably one of the sweetest moments I had with Jay. That's how he is. He isn't out for himself at ALL. You can't say that about too many people. He really is generous, and I knew he loved me.<br /><br />Another time he wanted to buy a new camera (he is an AMAZING photographer), and I didn't have one, so I said I would buy his old camera. Well I bought it, but shortly after the screen got jammed and wouldn't really work. Most people would say tough, you bought it, it's yours now. Not Jay. He bought it back from me. I didn't even ask him, he suggested it, and said that he wanted me to have a good camera, not a broken one. He didn't have a lot of money then, he had just quit his job, and it was only $40, but to me that was a ton. And it showed his character so much. That's just how Jay is.<br /><br />I remember when he learned that you could text via yahoo chat. He didn't have a cell phone then, but he had a yahoo email, and he would text me things from there. We had a cat obsession phase (our cat had just had kittens), so we would text back and forth silly poems about cats. It was always the best when I was sitting in a long class and I would get a kitten poem sent to my phone. I loved that. and I miss that. I still have that yahoo chat number, ya know-the number of whoever sent it to you, saved in my phone as Jay Wentz. :) I don't know if I'll ever delete it.<br /><br />I admired what a good student Jay was and I always wanted to be like that. I learned that getting really into learning and going hardcore, like trying to "dominate" (that was his word) tests, or classes was actually really fun.<br />I learned to be passionate from Jay. He would get super into movies, styles, once he even got super into foreign chocolate. He loved calling himself a chocolatier. After all his studying he concluded that Milka and Symphony were the best.<br /><br />I learned to take care of my stuff from him. He would make things last forever, and held on to cool little sentimental things. He had this little basket thing he had made for years after he made it.<br /><br />I remember he would have Kyle and I drink a cup of milk but not swallow it, just keep it in our mouths, and sit on the linoleum by our front door while he did funny plays for us. As soon as he made us laugh enough that the milk would come squirting out he would consider it a success.<br /><br />He was hilarious. Jay was totally the humor in our family.<br /><br />He kept this notebook, the kind that's bound at the top and then you flip the pages up and over it, of all the words he really liked. He got an "Oxford American Desk Dictionary and Thesaurus" (he would always say the full name when he referred to it, again, he's hilarious) once, and went through and found the definitions to words he liked. It had quite a few pages. One day, I got the honor of taking over the word book. He passed it on to me to start writing words in. I felt privileged. :) I started a new one. In a little striped book. I have a couple pages filled, but I want to keep going. I want to show it to my students when we do vocabulary lessons to show them how cool new and awesome words can be.<br /><br />I remember a few months after he passed away my dad pulling the bbq out of the shed, and when he opened it there were a couple pieces of bread sitting on the grill. Remember how I said Jay was an amazing photographer? Well we had found this album that had a bunch of cool pics he had taken, and this was one of them:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxLqzQch-ot4tCVM-KzqAjL-REPJ9hWengm7iizY_0_y8hBbf6mxGACzjqcBDgG77d21w6cNoDlgGhOGZHpaMiYBwMU2dMbG-hpVsuA3ya75bqgPXRoZ50OJ9dzB3W6enJPXqQVwO1uLpu/s1600/Scan10470.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxLqzQch-ot4tCVM-KzqAjL-REPJ9hWengm7iizY_0_y8hBbf6mxGACzjqcBDgG77d21w6cNoDlgGhOGZHpaMiYBwMU2dMbG-hpVsuA3ya75bqgPXRoZ50OJ9dzB3W6enJPXqQVwO1uLpu/s320/Scan10470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671270746798214530" border="0" /></a><br />I thought it was a really cool picture when we first found it. He really liked making every day things look really cool using shadows and light. When my dad opened the grill he found these pieces of bread- I guess Jay had forgotten to take them off after he took it, and we hadn't used it since then. I never thought I would say that opening a grill and finding five stale pieces of bread would make me cry like it did, but that's totally what happened. It sure made me miss him.<br /><br /><br />At Hobby Lobby in American fork (That used to be Smith's), there is a waist high yellow cement pole right near the south west entrance. If you look at the top of it there are the initials "JW", and at the base of the pole there is a smiley face. Jay drew those in the wet cement when that Smith's was first built and he was a kid that couldn't resist wet cement or leaving his legacy. He would love the fact that it's still there today. :)<br /><br />He would write his name underneath our kitchen counter with the date and year, and it was so cool when five years later we would happen to be under the table and see it. I wanted to be as cool as Jay. So did Kyle, we wrote our initials everywhere to try and be like him. I was not as discreet about it and did it with a green paint pen on the wall right next to our garage door opener in our garage. I think the only reason it's still there is that we're so used to it we don't even notice it anymore, so no one has ever thought to paint over it or wash it off.<br /><br />I cherish my memories with Jay. And the fact that I know I don't get to make any more makes me want to hold on to those memories with everything I have. I don't ever ever want to forget them. Or forget him. I miss him so much. and I love him so much.<br /><br />Happy Birthday Jay Wentz. We love you :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY6SBXJgxC0G01rbxJ4ZVLoB5jTDYaDVMiSsv5J0zzXa1K_mcNS7QwpRH2WQW-WIxIOSk30ctOoz_Vkv4njC6HqY3s9pb7_x8q22BHDmAONfEONQfI01TVb1jD4cpTQPEmR2dfV28Lxfta/s1600/Scan10086.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY6SBXJgxC0G01rbxJ4ZVLoB5jTDYaDVMiSsv5J0zzXa1K_mcNS7QwpRH2WQW-WIxIOSk30ctOoz_Vkv4njC6HqY3s9pb7_x8q22BHDmAONfEONQfI01TVb1jD4cpTQPEmR2dfV28Lxfta/s320/Scan10086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671275418186458226" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtfImvEsQo_abfH0xTVUp-cyayB0_1yo-B4aSZcT0FPA9F1XSAj__2Um808Vfh-RMXajI3aBHGV_yG5ZQwSrwIOtEdgtVa30j-3VIdV8FQdz_ZRN_uuNHLPYGYtMZG6Z3uBopwmb3Gyd5i/s1600/Scan10082.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtfImvEsQo_abfH0xTVUp-cyayB0_1yo-B4aSZcT0FPA9F1XSAj__2Um808Vfh-RMXajI3aBHGV_yG5ZQwSrwIOtEdgtVa30j-3VIdV8FQdz_ZRN_uuNHLPYGYtMZG6Z3uBopwmb3Gyd5i/s320/Scan10082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671275407897378770" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-CD9iukpCFpxEMvfw-iL8JbFZue9kCoZFXttPyvw9vEVLPTYpUyLz1AEVXt9j0ecmrtLVCAd86-F6EK2gQ9awaRFG8yitYay6-Z4C95cJNp3CkW4o55uzi9GIPCyxRAdnfNUtYTHkZbWb/s1600/13a.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-CD9iukpCFpxEMvfw-iL8JbFZue9kCoZFXttPyvw9vEVLPTYpUyLz1AEVXt9j0ecmrtLVCAd86-F6EK2gQ9awaRFG8yitYay6-Z4C95cJNp3CkW4o55uzi9GIPCyxRAdnfNUtYTHkZbWb/s320/13a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671275427130545794" border="0" /></a>Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-9357524832388764062011-10-26T18:28:00.002-06:002011-10-26T18:34:06.356-06:00Out of the mouth of 12 year olds.I'm in sixth grade!! Wooo!! Well I myself am not IN sixth grade as a student, I myself am in a sixth grade class as their student teacher! wooot wooot!! I really like the older grades. And my mentor teacher is amazing. If I can get even an ounce of her talent to rub off on me then I will be a much better teacher, I'm excited to get to learn from her for the next 2 months.<br /><br />So today we were learning about tree diagrams, and one of the questions on the worksheet was, "Ethel, Mike, Pete, Gary are lining up in front of a theater. How many different ways could they line up?" Halfway through figuring it out this one student said, "Gosh, does it really matter? Why don't they just get in line already!" It was great. :) They realize sometimes you gotta just do things the long way so you really understand.<br /><br />Sixth is fabulous!Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-60363466192045204182011-10-20T17:11:00.005-06:002011-10-20T18:21:30.193-06:00Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong...Ahem.<br /><br />I am excited to say that Steve and I are up and moving to Fort Worth Texas next summer- Steve got accepted to medical school at UNTHSC in Fort Worth. WOOOT WOOOOT!!!<br /><br />He got accepted to three schools, but after weighing them all out and trying to choose we just keep coming back to Texas. This school is it.<br /><br />No, it's not because one of my life goals is to buy a belt buckle in texas.<br /><br />or because there is a cowgirl museum/hall of fame two blocks from his school.<br /><br />or because my heart has longed for the twang of Texas since my younger years.<br /><br />or because Fort Worth is known as "The City of Cowboys and Culture".<br /><br />or because I found this little blurb on a travel sight about it:<br /><br />"One focal point, the Fort Worth Stockyards, named to the National Register of Historic Places in 1976, is composed of 15 blocks where visitors can experience the authentic American West. It is a one-of-a-kind location with a variety of attractions that make history come alive. The Stockyards is home to the Fort Worth Herd, the world's only daily cattle drive, where Texas Longhorns are driven down East Exchange Avenue by cowhands in period dress. Rodeo action and Wild West shows take place year-round in the Cowtown Coliseum and live music is featured at Billy Bob's—the largest honky-tonk in the world. "<br /><br /><br />but seriously, do we need any more reasons? Is there anything better?<br /><br />Ok, ok. So, besides being a Cowboy wannabe's paradise, this medical school is perfect for Steve.<br />They have a huge anatomy cadaver program (Steve is a total anatomy nerd), incredible technology in their labs, they have their classes set up "systems based" which means that they study one system at a time- like circulatory, lymphatic, endocrine, etc. They first study the regular systems, then abnormalities that can occur in that system. It's really cool when Steve describes it- and the day he came home from interviewing from that school his face looked like it was Christmas- He was so excited about that place.<br /><br />They start July 22nd, so we'll probably move out the beginning of July. We already have tickets to fly out and look at possible apartments in February.<br /><br />So here's some perks to this place:<br /><ul><li>Steve is in love with this school</li><li>The people there are super friendly and he felt really welcome there</li><li>Texans really know how to BBQ, Steve's excited about that.<br /></li><li>My heart longs to be a cowgirl. and Fort Worth is calling to me.</li><li>Housing is so cheap!<br /></li><li>Steve's parents live 4 hours away. Fun weekend trips right?<br /></li><li>Tuition is really cheap there too, a lot less than the other schools.</li><li>The Fort Worth School District pays really well and they say they have the most employees of any district in Texas. So I have a better chance of getting a job and getting paid better than in Utah.<br /></li><li>We can help strengthen a ward out there. I'm really excited to live somewhere where we have so many more opportunities to spread the gospel.<br /></li><li>It doesn't snow- it's warm. Ya hear that Utah, It's warm when it's supposed to be!!!!</li></ul><br />We both feel really good about it, and unless something crazy happens, we're like 99.9 % sure this is where we are going. :) Look at us. We're so grown up, doing grown up things like moving to Texas. Woah.Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-3642735649709015582011-09-22T16:20:00.006-06:002011-09-22T17:03:06.939-06:00I wish humans had a month for hibernation.I slept for ten hours last night.<br />I just pooped out on the couch at 9:30pm while I was reading and woke up at 8am. Just in time to be late for school.<br /><br />But I still feel like my eyes are going to fall off my face.<br />I think I have an idea why. I think I have 27 little reasons why. 17 of them are little boys and 10 of them are little girls. And like two of them can pay attention for more than 3 minutes. That's why.<br /><br />My mentor teacher amazes me. I don't know how she does it. I have been at it for a few weeks and I feel like I'm melting.<br /><br />Some days teaching is fun. Some days I want to duct tape half of their little bums to their chairs and threaten to melt their crayons if they don't just finish a worksheet. Just ONE worksheet! Write the words that go in the blank! Or trace the letter R! Come on! That's all I ask!!! But of course that would be cruel, so I let them have their crayons, and keep the duct tape to the posters instead of using it on little first grade booties.<br /><br />So, the other day one girl kept coming up to me to tattle on people, so I told her to go back to her chair and glue her bottom to it so that when her legs wanted to get up she could say to them, "sorry legs! I'm stuck to my chair!". She gave me a funny look and then I saw her go get her gluestick-ha she thought I was serious. I stopped her in time and explained. I didn't even think that she would take it seriously! That was a funny day. :)<br /><br />It's just so exhausting harping on little six year olds all day to hold still or listen or do their work or not talk. And knowing that the little chatty kid in the back isn't gonna know a darn thing when it comes to practicing what you just taught. It makes you so sad to know that the kids that need to learn this stuff most are the ones that won't listen or hold still or stop talking.<br /><br />Every once in a while during a really great activity, or when they just barely get to the rug, or on a really good day you have a few precious minutes with all of their attention and you have to use and abuse those few minutes for all they are worth. Stick as much knowledge in it's simplest form into those little heads fast as you can and pray that they will find it valuable and give it priority over the fact that they are about to remember that their neighbor's cat died, or the girl sitting next to them has a rock in her shoe, or that they are going to be a cowboy for halloween.<br /><br />It feels like trying to get caffeinated spaghetti noodles to learn and recite Shakespeare. Sometimes it feels bleak.<br /><br />But sometimes they get it! and that feels so good. And sometimes this one little boy will be understanding his math and say "Oh man, that's all? this is easy peasy!". And this one little hispanic boy will come show me his journal and have five nicely written sentences with capitals and periods and all. That makes ya feel great. There is hope for these little spaghetti noodles. :)<br /><br />Another thing about first grade- it's a bacteria paradise. They all have coughs and sneezes and "accidents" and you just wonder what else is going in your ear when the girl that was just out sick for three days whispers in your ear that sarah has a crush on isaac. lots of germies that's what. I carry hand sanitizer in my pocket. Is that a little overboard? Maybe. But it comes in handy quite a bit.<br /><br />I really do love them, I'll be so sad to go, but sometimes they drive ya nuts. There is opposition in all things right? Overall though, I love it. Don't let me convince ya otherwise. But don't be one of those people that thinks teaching is just what girls do if their bored. It's really really tough. You really can't realize how tough until you do it. Especially with the little kids. I feel like the 6th graders were way easier that the 6 year olds.<br /><br />Go thank a teacher you know. They probably work stinkin hard and wonder sometimes if it's worth it. I am sure thankful for all my teachers growing up. And I have a new found appreciation for all they did for me.Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-29528068309873256822011-09-15T21:05:00.004-06:002011-09-15T21:11:39.629-06:00Really?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAX-5IH5c7DhkKhcS0D9YKpfNrChvBnc4VfmcVKyAkL1fv069p4UioabI-kycryX7IGMKpEk7gaVxxphe3Uax3Pj1Ul-et5TZrvhD9W9lzRWyf78vd-EJbQ5izNPhBryLChVimFadHH-w5/s1600/kellie.JPG"><br /></a><br /><br />So here's a little snapshot from my life for ya.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj97v65RElCqik-d4xCKCi3De1CjX2soWi4cj4G5u657MWxjONDQI3ErtwiPBaS9UYl3mb8BXSPbihzgKgvRYw6JMTEMvGEZyRhQ0vxWizoc1YC6eFDc29Zh0oKGTAgOCkXZajdQXdFC7a1/s1600/steven.JPG"><br /></a><br />I came home from Parent Teacher conferences Thursday night and started working on a lesson plan. I was doing some stuff on the internet and noticed there was a tab already open. Steve had been using my computer since it gets better internet.<br /><br />Here is what steve was doing on my computer:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj97v65RElCqik-d4xCKCi3De1CjX2soWi4cj4G5u657MWxjONDQI3ErtwiPBaS9UYl3mb8BXSPbihzgKgvRYw6JMTEMvGEZyRhQ0vxWizoc1YC6eFDc29Zh0oKGTAgOCkXZajdQXdFC7a1/s1600/steven.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 522px; height: 325px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj97v65RElCqik-d4xCKCi3De1CjX2soWi4cj4G5u657MWxjONDQI3ErtwiPBaS9UYl3mb8BXSPbihzgKgvRYw6JMTEMvGEZyRhQ0vxWizoc1YC6eFDc29Zh0oKGTAgOCkXZajdQXdFC7a1/s320/steven.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652788904623368594" border="0" /></a><br />If you can't see it too well it's a bunch of fancy pants equations and words from chemistry.<br /><br /><br /><br />Here is what I was doing on my computer:<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAX-5IH5c7DhkKhcS0D9YKpfNrChvBnc4VfmcVKyAkL1fv069p4UioabI-kycryX7IGMKpEk7gaVxxphe3Uax3Pj1Ul-et5TZrvhD9W9lzRWyf78vd-EJbQ5izNPhBryLChVimFadHH-w5/s1600/kellie.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 578px; height: 361px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAX-5IH5c7DhkKhcS0D9YKpfNrChvBnc4VfmcVKyAkL1fv069p4UioabI-kycryX7IGMKpEk7gaVxxphe3Uax3Pj1Ul-et5TZrvhD9W9lzRWyf78vd-EJbQ5izNPhBryLChVimFadHH-w5/s320/kellie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652789304115911906" border="0" /></a> If you can't see that very well it's a bunch of leaves. and the words "We can write sentences!".<br /><br /><br />Sometimes doing 1st grade things while Stevey does college student chemistry pants things makes me feel ridiculous. But different is good. Different brings balance. :)Kellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250371247883577372.post-46096196995290838362011-09-11T20:28:00.004-06:002011-09-11T20:42:24.490-06:00Camp Kesem 2011This is what I did for the week of August 15-20th. It was awesome. Take a look!<br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qW8fY2u5riI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"></iframe><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xv6sgwjBsRQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"></iframe><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fhV-y-XNOmw" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"></iframe><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wzzUjdLwxxI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"></iframe><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0Vwp-11FfsI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"></iframe><br /><br /><br />What is all this you may ask?<br />This may explain....<br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gJ3s1VNwSLg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"></iframe><br /><br /><br />This camp was incredible, it's something I feel passionate about supporting. It changed my life, and the lives of these kids. If you ever want to be a part of it or donate let me know! Or check out www.campkesem.org/byuKellie Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02698153197283104939noreply@blogger.com1