my little high school grad

As you can see, I was very proud of my little Jordan for graduating from that horrible thing called "high school". I guess he doesn't appreciate my way of showing it.

boston...here i come!

I got a phone call from The New England School of Photography today. I have an interview on Wednesday afternoon, after a midnight flight and a layover in New York, mind you. I'm hoping that my eyes aren't sunken in and red and that I will at least be coherent. Even though the application said that no prior photography knowledge was necessary, I was told to just "throw your portfolio in your bag." Ummm.....let's talk about my portfolio. Yeah, I haven't touched it in approximately 4 years. 4 YEARS, people. So now I get to spend my day printing pictures and organizing them into a proper order, instead of spending that precious time planning out my outfits for the trip.

I don't really know how to feel about going to this school. I am honestly somewhat intimidated by it. They only accept 150 people and they apply from all over the country. So I'm trying not to get my hopes up. But, photography school or not, you better believe I'll make it big one day. :)

identity crisis

As most of you know...I'm a little obsessed with my hair. Ok, not even a little. I'm a lot obsessed with my hair. I probably get it done, oh, like every three weeks. Which isn't helping my current situation. Let me explain:

I started highlighting my hair at the age of 11. It gradually became a habit, to the point where it was almost white. So I lived most my life as a blondie until I was about 19. Then it started falling out, breaking off, and burning up. This called for drastic measures...aka I made myself a brunette. Don't get me wrong. Brown is a great color. It's just not me.

So I have brown hair. VERY thin, brown hair. No worries, this can be fixed. The answer to my problems was hair extensions. I originally planned to get a whole head of them to make my hair like a foot longer. Well, that was going to cost like 700 dollars, and suddenly marriage was thrown into the equation. Hair extensions + marriage = poverty. So that didn't happen. Instead, I got my thin hair filled in in the front with just 7 small, innocent hair extensions clamped onto my own hair with a metal bead. Everything was fine and dandy until one day I ripped one out of my head. That hurt. A lot. Then a few days later, I noticed some red little bumps on my scalp where the hair extensions were attatched. I think my scalp was rejecting them. So my good father went to work with some pliers and a thumb tack and saved me the money of having them removed. I thought my hair was thin before...let's talk about all the hair that came out along with those extensions.

So why do I put myself through such ridiculous things? Who even knows? I think it's just because I was not blessed with long, flowing, thick hair. Let's be honest. I was bald until I was three. My mom had to get my ears pierced so people would know I was a GIRL. But it's just hair right? Too bad every time I look at myself in a picture, I don't see me. I want it blonde again...

I just don't want to be a bald woman at my wedding.

we're engaged!

I knew I was going to marry Wade after our first date. It's true. After ignoring an entire hockey game to talk to me, I was hooked. Two weeks later, we were talking about marriage. So it's not like the proposal was a big surprise to me. I knew it was going to happen sooner or later, I just didn't know when. I also had picked my ring out, I just couldn't decide if he actually had it in his possession or not.

the ring...
A few days before the actual engagement, Wade and I went to pick out his ring. We went to the same guy who sold us mine. I figured Wade was going to just pick up my ring at the same time. Well, he didn't. And I had no clue he had "gone to the bathroom" and instead snagged my ring from some hiding place. As we were driving home, I was giving Wade a hard time about taking so long to give my ring to me. I insisted that he should just tell me if he already had it, and I grabbed his pocket just to see. He frantically grabbed my arm and wouldn't let me touch him... Leaving me to wonder if he really had it, or if he just wanted me to think he had it. Lucky for Wade, I didn't feel anything. But he later told me he was sure I had felt the huge box in his pocket.

mind games...
A few days later, I sent Wade a text that said, "I WANT MY RING!!" He continued to send me texts throughout the day that had me so thoroughly confused. At one point, he had me thinking he was for sure going to propose that night. And then at another point, I thought there was no way he would do it. He kept saying things like, "The sooner you get off work, the better. wink wink." And I thought that if he was so adamant about making this a surprise, he wouldn't flat out say something like that. So I was convinced he was just trying to throw me off and that he wouldn't do it. Once again, leaving me to wonder if he was really going to propose or if he just wanted me to think that he was going to.

wandering...
Wade came to pick me after work and said he wanted to go for a drive. We set off to no where in particular. Wade isn't very familiar with Orem and I told him he had no idea where he was going. Which proved to be true, because we drove all over the place before we ended up at the Timpanogos Temple. We got out to walk around and immediately it started blowing wind like crazy. I was freezing. But the snow on the temple was blowing off the roof and it looked so pretty. So we walked to the front and just looked at it for a minute. Then Wade started saying all this cute stuff like, "I love you...we're getting married here...we're gonna be together forever..." and then he starts fidgeting. And I'm thinking it's for sure about to happen. Nope. He grabs my hand and takes me back to the car.

flowers...
When we get to the car, Wade reaches into the backseat and grabs a bouquet of roses and hands them to me. I asked, "What are these for?" And he told me he felt bad that we had to change the wedding date again. And I had already told him a million times that it was fine. It was weird for him to just randomly give me flowers. Needless to say, I was so confused and getting a little frustrated. So we're driving again, and I'm still stuck on the fact that he gave me flowers for no reason. And he kept giving me silly answers like, "I feel bad that your ring isn't done." and "you're just so beautiful, you deserve them." And he keeps grinning at me so ridiculously! Then he reaches up and turns on the light inside the car. And I finally yell, "Am I missing something here?!" Then I looked at the flowers sitting on the dash and notice a little sparkle coming from the ribbon tied around them.

love...
I remember telling my mom just a few months before I met Wade that I could never understand how you could ever love someone enough to marry them. The idea of love was something I did not comprehend. I've been known to be fickle, a little indecisive, flaky, and confused. But for once in my life, I don't feel like that. For once in my life, I KNOW what I want. I know it with all of my heart. There isn't one ounce of doubt. And it feels good to finally know what that feels like.

I'm so lucky I get to spend FOREVER with Wade. I couldn't ask for anything more.

i got tagged.

(but Wade is making his debut...)

Who do you love? Kali Fisher (soon to be Poulsen)
How long have you been married? Negative 61 days... and counting
Who said 'I love you' first? Me
How long did you date? When did we stop?
Where did he propose? It was a process that started at the Mt. Timpanogos temple and ended on some random street in the parking lot of a middle school. After much convincing she said yes, the ring helped.
Who is taller? I am
Who is smarter? She is, for sure
Who does the laundry? the washing machine
Who pays the bills? Uncle Sam
Who mows the lawn? We don't currently have one of those
Who cooks dinner? We take turns
Who drives? I drive long distances, she drives the short ones.

I tag: mom Poulsen, mom Fisher and Tina (tell the truth this time)

st. george

Last weekend, my family had tickets to see Colbie Caillat at the Tuacahn in St. George. We were just planning on staying over for one night and coming home the next day for conference weekend. Well, I, Kali Fisher, had this grand idea to go down a day earlier with Wade and my little brother and camp in Snow Canyon. So fun, right? Well, Wade unexpectedly had to go into work, so we didn't leave Orem until around 6 p.m. Though I knew we would get there pretty late, I still wanted to go. A word of advice to anyone who ever wants to camp in St. George: All the campgrounds close at 10 p.m. Good thing we arrived to said destination at approximately 10:30. Thirty minutes too late. Well, we wandered the valley searching for a place to pitch our tents. We didn't have much luck. We were stranded and tired and so very very grouchy. Wade suggested that we sleep in the car. I was not having anything to do with that. Suffice to say, we were not "happy campers." In fact, we weren't campers at all...just homeless desert wanderers.Notice that Wade is still smiling. And this is the point of my story. I was mad. frustrated. annoyed. I figured that probably he should be feeling the same way. Especially because I was a dummy and didn't even think to plan out this little adventure in my head. I figured he should maybe be a little frustrated with me. I figured maybe he should say, "Kali, this is the worst idea you've ever had." But, instead he told me exactly what I needed to hear as I was about to scream, "This isn't your fault. How were you supposed to know all the campgrounds in the entire town would close? You had good intentions and I'm not frustrated at all." And then he pulled over to go star gazing. Awww....precious right?

So where did we find ourselves sleeping that night? I know the suspense is killing you, so I'll just tell you. It was a lovely little motel called the Dixie Palm, minus the lovely part. This is called adventure #2. I didn't shower here because I felt I would come out dirtier.


We still got to go hiking the next day, which was what I wanted to do most. BUT, we drove all over the stinking canyon trying to find the unmarked trails. Snow Canyon was in some dire need of updating their maps and signs. And at this point, I'm still wondering how on earth we aren't screaming at each other. Driving around lost isn't on my top list of favorite things to do.

The rest of my family finally showed up and we were able to check into our hotel and clean up. I was relieved to know that the concert was that night and there wasn't really anything else that could go wrong. psh. We go to the concert and our seats were separate from my family. Which was no big deal. But did I mention that our seats were also separate from each other? good heck. They put us in the wheelchair spot and there was like three feet between our chairs. My good parents switched us seats, because heaven forbid Kali and Wade be that far apart for two hours.

So basically I learned a lot last weekend. Things don't always turn out like you planned them to. I was so excited for a fun weekend with Wade and my family and I felt like stupid things just kept happening that were beyond our control and so frustrating. But the honest truth is that it was one of the best weekends of my life. Going through stuff like that is actually quite enjoyable when you have someone like Wade to make everything feel ok.

silent scream.

i just need to get this out of my system.

AAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

wow. i feel better already.