I kinda feel like there are scrambled eggs in my head.

I know it's annoying when people talk about their spouses lots, but can I tell you some funny things I've learned about Steven Hansen? just as the funny person he is? I love this man.

1. He spends more time in the anatomy lab with dead people than he does with me. that's kinda creepy if you think about it. yikes. but that's science classes for you. and He's a TA. So it makes sense.
2. He wants to name one of our children after a Laker's player. He loves Pau Gasol, and Lamar Odom. But why choose just one? He has decided on LaPau Gasodom Hansen. Ugh. I will veto that one, but thanks to espn for puttin that thought in his head.
3. He has five different deodorants. He claims that his armpits get immune to a certain kind after using it so long. In his words, " I have to keep my armpits guessing! ". He really said that. Ha.
4. We were out of cereal the other day and he told me he'd go buy some. When I got home I saw he had bought cookie crisp and marshmallow mateys. I would have chosen like total or cheerios? but ok, let's eat miniature chocolate chip cookies for a good wholesome breakfast. That won't put us in a sugar coma at all.
5. The other day at 1am we had to drive back up to campus to find his IPOD because it fell out of his pocket. He remembered where it might be because it was a corner where instead of walking on the sidewalk, he jumped over the bushes. Glad he "saved some time" by jumping over those bushes...

He's hilarious. that's why I married this hilarious man. I like the variety that's added to life when you get to be a part of someone else's too. :)


So guess what else? I have been teaching a little bit! I spend every day up in Salt Lake at the cutest elementary school.
I am in second grade, and my class is pretty funny.
So far we have had two, uh, "potty accidents", a tooth get knocked out by another girl's head, and a few kids accidentally wearing clothing items backwards and being really embarrassed when had to tell them and have them go change. We have a little bit of a lot of different cultures in our room, and I think it's kind of fun. There are two twin girls that dress alike every day, A little asian boy who always asks me how to spell things, and this little girl that looks JUST like I did in second grade who tells me almost every day that her birthday is in April.

I have learned far more about how to teach than any class could have taught me. Sometimes that's cruddy learning though cause the mistakes you make are even worse.
Today, my lesson that was supposed to be 20 minutes went for almost an hour. Things just don't go how you planned and sometimes it's just chaos. A lot of the time it's you vs. a class with a bad case of the wiggles and sometimes it feels like the wiggles win. But I have years to go, and to practice before I think I'll ever feel "comfortable" with teaching. You can't just fix what you did wrong in your lesson either! It's so frustrating! Once you've taught that lesson, you can't waste time teaching it again just because now you know how to do it. You have to just be able to apply that new technique you learned to the next lesson you teach. It's a big difference from being able to fix your answers on a test and resubmit it for full credit. It's experience, not paperwork. And it's way harder and more complicated that I thought. It's trying to remember 30 management strategies in your head while trying to follow a lesson plan, answer questions, and try to make sure they're learning-not just that you're throwing facts at their heads. Yikes.
I admire those teachers who do it well. Obviously anyone could be a teacher. Anyone can stand in front of a class and say things from a piece of paper in their hands. But it's incredibly hard to be a GOOD teacher. An EFFECTIVE teacher, and one that the kids will remember as learning from and loving to be in class with. Maybe someday I'll catch on to it.

Just a friendly little hello. or two.

Hello October.
Hello pumpkins.
Hello leaves.
Hello apple spice EVERYTHING!
I love fall very most.

Hello also to lots of homework.

Hello five bagillion thank you notes that we are working on getting out. But how cool is that that we have five bagillion awesome friends that were so kind to us at our wedding. Thank you you five bagillion people, you! we love you most too. It's possible to love two things most. I promise.
Hello Salt Lake School district. I shall be with you in about two weeks. Who votes I might pee my pants the first day because I'm scared of kids? For the El Ed program we are going to be in the classrooms every day for about a month. I was assigned Salt Lake. Which means having to leave the house at 7am every day. Hello alarm clock.

Hello to my new devotion to undo what genetics has done and break my addiction to sugar. We have a Wentz gene where we are completely addicted to sugar, and crave it probably more than most people. It's funny sometimes to talk about, but I don't want dumb sweets to rule my lifetime. You always feel so sluggish and gross after eating treats, you remind yourself that you're never doing that again-until that feeling goes away. But seriously, when have you ever eaten a carrot and regretted it? The answer is never. Cause you don't feel awful, you feel like you just ate a little piece of life, and your insides thank you for looking out for their long term well being. So at least till halloween, I'm gonna have to break up with my beloved glucose. For health's sake. That's what, like 20 days? I can try that. I think that's possible. goodbye deliciousness. hello healthier kellie's innards.

Hello to NBA basketball season coming up. Hello Jazz. Please don't stink this year.

Hello to my attempt to be more charitable and less judgmental thanks to General Conference. I've fallen into an awful habit of being so critical of people and so quick to make judgments. That's not who I want to be-I want to be someone who assumes the best of someone, or who is patient and helpful to those who need it. I've been a little isolated in my own little world, and that's not how a Latter Day Saint should live. Read this talk by President Monson from the Relief Society meeting- http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-1298-39,00.html
You'll understand why I'm feeling the need to improve this. I think we all can a little. I think I would be happier if I did. So I shall. I can have a happier spirit along with a happier body. :)
Good ol' Conference. I loved every second of it.

Well, goodbye procrastination technique, aka blog of mine.
Hello Chapter 9 of "The Study of Language"....

Stevey

I love this man.

Tickets are the worst.

I hate tickets.
Parking tickets and traffic tickets are the biggest waste of money for making a stupid mistake.
Like not wearing your seatbelt, or parking more than 12 inches away from the curb (ya I didn't EVEN KNOW that was any sort of law or anything! but some cop must have pulled out his measuring tape cause I was 14" from the curb dang it...), or leaving your car in a BYU lot overnight, or not having current registration on time, or speeding. Gah. Stupid mistakes that policemen catch and say "oh, you goofed. Pay me sixty bucks." NO! I will not! Except I have too within five business days or then they say "Late payment! Pay me thirty more dollars!" I hate you. Stinky coppers. Stop stealing all my dollars. I could have bought probs like three pairs of pants, and a couple shirts, and a cute pair of shoes with the money I've spent this year on stinky tickets. And that money just gets yanked out of your account online and you never see it again. With new clothes you get to wear them everyday and say hey, this is that fifteen bucks I spent-but I'll wear that fifteen bucks for like the next five years.
Oh booo. I know I need to be more responsible. It's my own fault-and that makes it worse cause you know when something frustrating happens and you know its totally your fault for being dumb? That just makes it worse. Here on out I'm going to be a driving/parking smarty and stop getting tickets. lame lame lame tickets.

Hansen. That's right- the name is now HANSEN!

Dear world of mine,
First, prepare for cheese. I just got married-of course this will be cheesy. you've been warned.
Well, I am wed. I am now Kellie Ann Hansen. Oh my cow, I'm married to Steven Hansen, who is now my husband, and I am Kellie Hansen. wow. how wierd is that. I swear I'm not old enough for a husband. husband. haha, how wierd is that that I get to use that word. that's such a grown up word, and I'm such a little kid.
I do love the name Wentz. I shall miss it's uniqueness, and I don't know what some of my friends are going to do that call me "Wentz" instead of Kellie. I guess we all make sacrifices :) I also had to scratch out and rewrite my name on a few papers today because I forgot. It's gonna take some getting used to in lots of ways, but it's SO STINKING COOL!!!!!
Friday was absolutely perfect. and gorgeous. and wonderful. and happy. and such a party. and full of FABULOUS gerber daisies, and SO many people I love! All you who tease me and ask me why I'm always happy, I wish to confess to you right now I've never been happier than I was on that day. Hands down, THEE happiest day of my entire 21 years of lifetime. I think my cheeks wanted to jump of my face so my smile could get bigger- I struggled to not break my face by smiling so much. It's just full of all of those things I just said-all my favorite things and people! I just want to say thanks to anyone who helped out or came, or supported us in any way. You are definitely not taken for granted-my heart is bursting to tell you how truly truly grateful I am for you. I understand how much people did for me, and I will ALWAYS be grateful. I figure a good way of saying thanks will be by doing the same thing for others, so I hope I get the chance a lot in my life.

Well, now we're hitched, and it's so wierd that life revolves around one other person now. It's like, well, Family again. It reminds me of high school with kyle actually. Him coming and jumping on my bed when my alarm goes off trying to wake me up. (it would never wake me up, but it would wake him up in the next room and he'd have to come wake me up.) and when he was always waiting in the car outside to go to school while I'm hurrying but still make us late, and knowing I'll see him at night and talk about the crazy day. It's kinda like that same feeling. Just family, that knows you inside and out, and you do boring things together like laundry or dishes-but it's still fun somehow. I like family. Family is fun. and now me and mr. hansen hath become the Hansen Family. How cute. It's a really good feeling. I think it's cause marriage and family and the proper priority and respect of it is VITAL to Heavenly Father's plan-and when you do things Heavenly Father's way you get blessed like mad. It's pretty simple how it works really-but so stinking cool. We've already felt that incredible happiness-no, it's more than just like your everyday happiness, it's a feeling like there is this giant fuzzy quilt of JOY that hugs every little bone in your body and then feeds you caramel brownies and ice cream for a week straight. Ya- That's kinda more accurate of the feeling I'm talking about. Anyway, that comes from doing things right-like getting sealed in a temple. It was incredible in the temple that day. Nothing can ever match the feeling of love and the sense of eternity that you feel when you are being sealed with the priesthood to your best friend forever. Forever has become one of my favorite words. And now me and Stevey boy here get to be forever. and that's freaking sweet! I might be in this cheesy newlywed bliss mode for a while, and then it might wear off a little bit, but I'll never take for granted how lucky I am to be married to steven hansen. Life has never been better than it is right here and now-and thanks to proper priesthood power it can be like this forever. I love forever. yay for marriage. :)

Happy 4th!

Happy Independence Day! I hope you ate some BBQ, admired a flag, lit some things on fire, and relaxed with your families. I love fourth of July. I remember the awesome water balloon fights/bbq/cul-de-sac of fire at Bishop Packs house growing up. Those memories will last forever. Fourth of July is such a tradition holiday, it's awesome. It's great to have Steve and Syl out from Colorado too! I hope everyone had fun.
Oh, and we got our engagement pictures done. Steve was miserable. He hates pictures. His face in most of them look like I'm holding a knife to his back. It's kinda funny.

But then some are cute. Like this one.


Ah no, I'm one of those cheesy, crazy in love engaged people. Sorry if I make you feel like puking.

Also, great news-I narrowed down my bridesmaids to a final count...12. Yes. There will be 12. I know, it's a little not normal, but I couldn't narrow it any more from that, so we're gonna stick with an even dozen. We'll see how that goes...

Can I add a cheesy bit of info too? Of course I can. I do it all the time. It is MY blog after all. :) I got to spend a few days with steve's family down in southern utah boating and stuff, and it was really interesting to see what family meant to them. You could see how his family definitely has different personalities than mine, but they still had such a high priority for having a sense of "family". I have so much respect for his parents. Wow. They are wonderful people. His siblings-they are a ton like my brothers. It's not any of this gushy sensitive stuff you would get from a family of girls (he does have one sister though, but you can tell she grew up working hard to survive around them), it's a lot of the survival of the fittest that happened in my family-but it's so fun. Everything is a competition, and everything is way more intense than it would be with other people. You have to stick up for yourself, and when you're a Jazz fan surrounded by Lakers fans that just won a championship that is not easy.
It's harsh-but so fun. It makes me miss that with my fam a bit. Maybe it's just me, but do you ever sometimes you miss the way things were before, but you don't know what's in store for the future, and you wonder if maybe it's better, but you don't think anything ever could be? Woah, run on sentence. Anyway, I loved growing up with my brothers. I love them a lot, and I love how we did things. But that doesn't mean that I can't find even more of that happiness in the future just because childhood is past. Who knows, maybe my kids will be even cooler than me and my brothers were growing up. I figure if I'm doing all I can to live right I'll be blessed with bigger happiness to fill the shoes of the happiness I had growing up. I miss childhood. I admit it. So I'm kinda sayin this to myself, but maybe you've felt that too? But things get better, better than you thought they could. And it seems you only find yourself experiencing even deeper happiness than you thought you could before. Even the Beatles agree when they say "I have to admit it's getting better, it's getting better all the time." Ah, the profound Beatles. Love them.
I think that's true. Things only get better. I mean honestly. I'm getting married for heavens sakes! What makes you happier than that?! Ok, enough philosophy for today.
Enjoy the sunshine! Eat a popsicle. woot woot!

I conquered the fishies!!

Last weekend Me, Steve, Stacie, and Shane Johnson trekked on down to the Messina Residence in Henderson Nevada!
My roommate Sarah is leaving on a mission on June 2nd to Paraguay, and her family was so nice to let us come down and spend the weekend with them so we could go to her farewell and have some fun in Vegas! Here's a little pictoral recap for ya:
Lake Mead-gorgeous. Oh man being here for a few days was way better than being at work, or Provo for that matter. There was actual SUNSHINE there, something Utah has been a little stingy on latley...

I'm actually scared out of my mind of deep water because I'm scared of fish. Intensely scared of fish (hence the fish Stacie hung in my room on april fools...cruel.). Brother Messina was nice enough to wait until after they talked me into getting into the water before pointing out these monster fish hanging out in the water. Oh my gosh if I saw these first I would have never gotten in.
But I put on my brave facade and got in and had a total panic attack. But panic or no panic I did it, mostly to impress steve. and he says he's still planning on marrying me, so I think it did the trick. but here is my proof-

I actually got up on waterskis! I was so proud. This was huge progress for me facing my fears. Thanks for letting me brag for a sec.
We also went on a cool bike ride through some crazy tunnels and stuff over to Hoover Dam.
This is Danielle and Sarah Messina and Stacie Purcell. They are incredible. Sarah is the one that leaves on Wednesday.



While we were there we saw my great friends the palm trees. There were like nine of them right by hoover dam, but I was only allowed to hug five of them so that I wouldn't totally humiliate our whole group. I chose this one. I wanted to take it home, but it was too heavy to carry on my bike. Someday I'll have a palm tree, just wait.



This is our crew at Hoover Dam. Um, I kinda wonder why so many people go see Dams. They are kinda boring. It's just cement, and water. Lots of it. I mean, I appreciate the engineering genius just as much as the next person, and it's cool to see if you're already there, but I wonder if people really say, "Let's go on vacation somewhere super cool...I know! Let's go see a dam!". I mean, maybe it's just not my style. But it was fun here with all my buds since we were already in the neighborhood.
Bike Riding-I learned how to properly shift down/up so your quads don't explode when going uphill. Handy trick, those little gears. I praise the man who invented that.


This is Heather and Stacie on Lake Mead. They were some of my favorite roommates ever. You can tell that from their lovely faces.




Welp, that's all for Vegas. Now it's back to work at Seven Peaks. We don't have many groups coming until July pretty much, so I'll be doing random stuff around the park until then. If you come to Seven Peaks I will probably see ya there!
Also, Kyle get's home in three months. August 26th. I'm so pumped! It's gonna be a huge welcome home kyle/me and steve's wedding extravaganza weekend!!
ok, toodles!