In this new year,  I wish laughter, love and life to everyone!

Laughter: May you always find opportunities to laugh. To laugh at yourself,
to laugh at situations. To just be happy.

Love: May you alway cherish the ones you love and let them know you love them.
Make others  feel loved.

Life: May you push yourself further than before. May you live the life you want.
May you have no regrets.

I hope everyone a fabulous 2010. and to kick butt this new year!!!

And just because I can…. here is a picture of me and the mr.  on Salt Spring Island just a few weeks ago. and yes,
I am sporting a new hat that I had just bought while I was there.

Rock on!

Kari

Picture credit: to the hubster… =)

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3 Photos from my personal file that are currently making me smile.

 I love these two ‘boys’.

Seriously Adam? What face is that? (wink)

Look at Rockwell’s face! Hes so cute. and yes you are welcome to pinch his cheeks. I do all the time.

It is now known to the world I was a menace. Mom said that I was the one who turned her hair grey. I don’t believe that. But maybe.
I used to play baseball when I was about 8-9 years old. I was no good. I tried to act like I was all that and hardcore.

I wore my jean baseball cap with a huge sunflower sewed onto it. Yes, yes, you read correctly.
a blue jean baseball hat (with an extra long brim), with a sunflower coming off of the hat.
No it was not a picture, nor was it a logo… it was the actual flower glued/sewed on the hat.
and not just a small dainty flower, I am talking huge. You couldnt miss it. Aliens from other planets couldnt miss it.

I still felt hardcore. Even with the bouquet of flowers on my head.
I stood in the field in the squating position, making sure mom and dad were watching me
and noticing how ‘into’ the game I was. Looking back, I don’t think they took me seriously with my sunflower boppin’ around.

I was pretty competitive in nature. Whenever we lost a game (which was more often then not),
I would still want to show the other team that they wouldn’t want to mess with me ( I had such attitude).
I felt like I had to put there gloating egos back in check..
At the end of each game, my team (as well as the other team) would line up and walk past
eachother giving hand slaps (the quick version of a handshake), saying ‘good game, good game,
good game’ to each and every player. To show that you were a good sport. Which I wasn’t. Apparently.

Well, I wanted to have the image of a good sport, so I did it.  But not before spitting in my hand…
Thats right folks. I would spit in my hand. everyone of those team members left with little Kari germs.
They would never know who it was, because by the time they noticed, they had already hand slapped 3-4 other players.

Thinking about it now nearly makes me gag.

I have know idea why I was like that. Its unexplainable.
I thought of this story while shooting a wedding. They both were teachers. I felt so  inspired by them because,
I realized that they probably have to deal with Little Karis everyday.
and I wouldnt wish that upon anyone.

3 Things I Know For Sure:

1. Getting Ready to Michael Jackson rocked!!
2. I Loved Listening to the bride and grooms nephews sing Black Eyed Peas at the dinner table
3. That the Grooms dad was hilarious wearing a Calgary Flames baseball cap at the reception!

Mucho Love,
Kari

Edmonton Wedding Photographer. Edmonton Wedding Photography. Edmonton Weddings

Growing up, I was one of those little girls who weighed about 10lbs at the age of 8. I was scrawny. a skeleton. I may have had the appearance of a
sickly little worm,
but on the inside I felt nothing would bring me down. strong. tough. with a whole lot of attitude.
I had a squeal that would come out of my mouth that would make dogs come running. If i was annoyed, or if my sister touched me,
or if they even looked at me.

‘The squeal’ would come out. I think sometimes I was too smart for my own good.
My Sister and I (Krystal) had bedrooms upstairs in our house right across the hallway from eachother.
And if by chance she ‘annoyed’ me that day (… annoyed= looked at me the wrong way),
then I would wait… wait until she was in her room reading
( i knew she loved to read, and I just had to be patient until she would give into one of her greatest past times).
When I would see her go into her room, shut the door- I would be just a little bit more patient,
wait until she is so mezmerized by her novel… probably Nancy Drew.
I would then take a rope and tie it around my door handle…. very quietly.
Tip toe across the hall and very sneakily wrap/tie it around her door handle.
I was so very proud of that moment!!  She had NO idea what I had done…
Again, I would wait.. wait for her eyes to get sore from reading for so long, or perhaps she even finished the book.
While waiting I would play with my Barbies and Ken( ken= barbie with a shaved head).

and then the moment came…
The moment when she wanted to come out and join the real world again.

The door handle turns…. and she pulls…

But the door wont open. of course.

She knew. She knew it was me, and all of a sudden in a shrill voice I heard “KARI!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE SOOOOOO DEAD!!!!!”
From pulling the door open and closing it she was able stretch the rope a little to get a 1 inch crack in the door… thats when I saw it.
Her wandering eye-looking for me (and by wandering eye, i dont mean a crazy eye. just a normal eye, with a mission. to find me.)
We made eye contact.
I am not going to lie, part of me was terrified. I hadn’t thought this plan through.
At some point during the day, she will get out- either by mom or another sibiling… and I will have to face her and her fiery rage!
Oh sweet mercy, what have I done???
I look up at the door again, and I see her little hand wedging through the 1 inch crevice… attempting to un-tie the knot…
I had no other option but to run… run for my dear life. I dropped barbie and ‘barbie’Ken. everyone for themselves!

To this day I don’t remember what happened after that… but I 100% remember coming up
with this genius plan and her little hand wedging its way through the door all squished…I am not sure how she was able to do it.but she did.
Truthfully, I think Krystal learned how to pick her battles with me.
She probably didn’t do anything, and at the dinner table that evening she probably just stared at me, with squinty eyes.

Here is a sneak peak from My Wedding this past Saturday.

Mucho Love,

Kari