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!

I have something to tell you...

Hello! Ok, so remember the curveball I was talking about a few weeks ago? The twist in life that you least expect, and you wonder if it's a good or bad thing? Well that particular curveball was a good thing. A VERY good thing. In fact, let me introduce you to him. My life's biggest curveball, but I can say I'm so so glad it got thrown at me. I'll explain. but first, introductions:


This is Steven Hansen.This is also Steve Hansen. With his head in a bucket of dry ice fumes.


This is me and steve at our ward closing social for winter semester. Try to notice his fabulous green eyes. They are fabulous indeed. He is also a red head. I have always been partial to red heads. Oh and the front right tooth of his? The bottom of it is fake. He face planted on concrete while playing basketball in high school and there went his tooth! You'll see that picture someday.


Let me tell you about Steven Hansen.
He was born in Valencia, California. When he was 13 he moved to Vacaville, California. He is a total city boy, and I am a lover of open fields and cowboys. Well, it's ok. Everyone is different. He'll love country music someday...we'll see to that. :)


He likes soccer, basketball, baseball...basically every sport possible. Espn/sportscenter are his best friends.

He went on his mission to Baton Rouge, Louisianna. That's Elder Hansen with a cute little gecko on his tie. He learned spanish while he was there, and his testimony grew leaps and bounds. I am so thankful for his rock solid testimony. This steve boy with the gecko on his tie-he knows the gospel and he loves it. That right there you can be sure of, and that is one of the things I love the most about him.



Steve is a super smarty pants. I can only wish to get the kind of grades he gets at BYU, as well as in High School. But sometimes, his smarts don't keep him from things like this...


This is steve after crushing his face while playing broom hockey for a ward activity. Quite the stitch job, and lots of blood, but a really funny memory. Perfect for him though because he wants to be a sports doctor/pediatrician. We'll graduate BYU together in April 2012 and then we wants to go to med school. We have quite the road ahead that's for sure. But he'll be awesome at it. He's just genius like that.

Well no one is perfect. He does have flaws. His main downfall? The Lakers. But we try not to talk about that. Too bad his family makes sure they always bring it up. I declare here and now I will NEVER be converted to like the lakers. Never ever.


Steve doesn't like Seafood, or olives, or peppermint. Random, but good thing, cause those are also my least favorite things ever. He has a very "wentz" sense of humor. I can't wait for him to meet kyle.
He whoops me at every sport, but it's ok, he's super fun to play anyways.

This is me with Steve. I love Steven Hansen. You might say, "well if you love him so much why don't you marry him!"

Well... Ok. I Will!!
How about August 27th?



How about here?
DONE! It's scheduled! August 27th, at 11:00 am, here in the Mount Timpanogos temple I get to marry this Steven Hansen and from here on through forever become Kellie Ann Wentz Hansen!!!! wooooooooot woooot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We got engaged on Sunday, May 2nd, and we're getting married in August! The day after Kyle gets home actually. He flies in August 26th. Ha, let's PRAY that plane isn't late. I'm excited for him to be here. He's my twin, he's gotta be!

Well, alright. Introductions are over. Now let's talk about the curveball.
Let me tell you a story... (it's kinda long, sorry!)

Once, during the first week of July, 2009 a girl named Kellie was walking down the hall from sunday school to Sacrement meeting. Summer term had just started and some new people moved in. One of them was named steve. As she...ok enough third person. I'm blowing the secret-it's me. I'm kellie. (that was a clever play on my blog's address too...haha itsmekellie? I'm so funny). Ok, as I was walking I ran into him talking with some other people in the ward. I was tired of the dating game, and was just focused on my calling that day and not paying much attention. But I said, "oh hey, you're new. What's your name?" He said, "I'm steve". Simple enough.
The very thought that popped into my head as I said "oh hey steve! Welcome." was, "oh he's cute...but he probably has a girlfriend. so who cares if I impress him or not. welcome to the ward steve." blah. I just felt like oh whatever.

The next day when I got off work I felt like going swimming. wierd. I hate swimming. super wierd. But it was nice out, so I went. And there was that red-chest-haired steve and his friends playing pool basketball. I was braved and asked to join them right as they started trying crazy dunks. Steve thought it was smart to try to get a running start and jump all the way across the pool to dunk it. He tried it and it made a huge splash that landed on a girl trying to sunbathe. It was hilarious. I remembered his name was steve, and we played basketball for a while. Afterwards we were just talking for a minute and he mentioned he was going to play soccer. I wanted to play! So our conversation ended with a "we should play soccer sometime" and we both left to get ready for fhe. Psshh, like we would ever acutally play. or talk again. but I just thought oh well, he was cool. (TOTAL BYU ward couple meeting...I know it). So that night at fhe he started talking to me again, I started wondering why this steve boy was talking to me so much. He couldn't have had a girlfriend. He was too flirty and he hadn't said anything about her. Then he got my number that night at our ward fhe at rock canyon park. SO zoobie. but oh well. I didn't hear from him again till later that week. He invited me to play soccer friday morning. My roommate brooke came too, and once we all met up and were heading to her car, I told them I had to run back to my apartment and get my water bottle.
I lied. I actually had to puke. I was SO SCARED to hang out with him (cause by now I realized he was pretty cool, and he didn't have a girlfriend-and he was talking to me ALOT), and when I get that scared I get way pukey. Well, I really liked him by now, and I was so nervous I actually went inside and totally puked. How embarrassing. To be so nervous to hang out with someone that you puke. Ya, I really liked him.
Then we played soccer, and all was well. He asked me on a date that day actually, but I was leaving to be an EFY counselor for the next 2 weeks. AWFUL timing! But we planned a date for the next saturday, and I crossed my fingers that he wouldn't find some way awesome girl in our ward before then and totally forget about me. After soccer we all went swimming again, but I had to leave cause I had a date. A picnic lunch date with someone else. How ironic. It was way fun, but steve was definitely on the brain. That night I got off work at 1am. All my friends were still out lighting fireworks (it was july 3rd), so I met them out there and steve was still up too. We sat on the porch and started talking. Everyone else gradually went to bed. We kept saying we should probably go to bed, but we just kept talking. Soon I noticed that it was getting light outside!! It was 5:30 in the morning! We had been talking forever, and it seemed like nothing. I really really liked this boy.
Ok, short story- I went to EFY for two weeks and he didn't forget about me. We started dating two days after I got back. And we dated for four and a half months.

Well, I wanted to marry him. We both felt that way. but the Spirit had other things to say and after a lot of thinking and talking-we broke up. The day before my birthday. Not a "we need a break" breakup, but a "this is the end, good luck with your life" breakup. It was done. and I maybe died like fifty times inside. but it felt right, and I tried to move on. Time to find new things in my life, and a new boy.

I honestly NEVER thought we would ever get back together. I was trying to move on. But moving on wouldn't quite happen...I had the steve bug bad. But move on I must because Kellie Wentz doesn't dwell, she pulls up her dang boots and keeps moving. At least I would hope so.

Welp. Then came the curveball. One sunday night about two and a half months ago, me and steve had a good long 4 hour chat. I was expecting another firm assurance that it was over. but I got square smacked in the face with a curveball-we started dating again.

Well, this is Long, cheesy, detailed, and very journal-like, but moral of the story is we got back together. I was stinking scared about that, but felt it was worth the risk. About two weeks into it I knew why. We were so getting married. It was only a matter of time. No one could be more perfect for me. and I knew it, and I felt it, and It made me so happy. I had prayed so much to stop caring about him-ya gotta move on ya know? but my heart never changed and I kept feeling the impression to be patient and give him another chance. I knew I still loved him, but I admit I tried REALLY hard to hate him! but it wouldn't work. good thing too. Cause now I'm going to be Kellie Hansen. And I am so stinking happy. It's my turn to build my own family. A family based on Jesus Christ, and the temple, and the scriptures, and love and patience and HOLY COW it's just going to be freaking AWESOME!!!! It feels so good to be so sure, and so happy, and know that what you're doing is completely right. August 27th. I'm pumped. I hope you'll all be there! Thanks for the congrats. I am so excited to be Kellie Hansen. :)