Promptastic.

Today I realize how grateful I am for promptings. Without promptings, I would be in a very different place right now. Listen to the little spiritual prods, and get awesome life bonus points. Thanks Promptings! Awwww shucks. I'm blessed.

The Christmas Cave Adventure

Last night was: The Christmas Cave Adventure. Yes. I titled my evening. Neil thought it was tacky too. But I felt it was fitting. I discovered my new favorite cave. Canteen Springs Cave. It was deliciously cool. It's spoiled with lots of features and tight little squeezes that remind me to never let my hips get any bigger. And to make the cave even better, a dude got trapped inside under a boulder last week. There were still blood marks on the rocks. I know that shouldn't make it cooler, I know, I know. But... GAH! Bloody cave=5 points more awesome on my Awesome Things Scale (ATS). And the guy lived. So no biggie.

Little Ice Buddies! Formed in Canteen Springs. Credit goes to Neil and his phone.

When we finished with the cave business, Jane, Bryan, Neil, Liz and even Meo (what the heck happened to Layne?!) helped decorated the tree that Neil and I cut down with Neil's family in Morgan. Ok lie. Neil cut it down. I was more like the tree cutting cheerleader. Whatever. Anyway, I think the tree is perfect. Jane and I think we could even leave it up till March.

Suprise suprise. Another bad picture. Ignore my teary eye and 3 front teeth that seem to be levitating to a new area of my face. Instead, focus on those Christmas trees (one for us, one for Cindy)!! 

Bad picture. I know. (Unfortunately, my camera continues to...not work.) BUT here is  our cute little Christmas tree all decked up!

2 Words: New. Closet.

I know. It may seem like I've run out of things to blog about, BUT this is extremely exciting for me.


Fun/interesting facts about my new closet:
It's really cool.
Neil built it all by himself and he didn't even feel good.
Neil built it in a single day.
There are 16 slots for hanging pants.
It's custom fit to my awkward room.
It says "Made with love, Dr. Neil Donald Johnson".
It put's Jane's closet to shame. Sorry Jane.

No this isn't my new closet. This is the pre-new-closet picture...  While rolling the stupid thing around it snapped, I tried to hold my closet up and save it for at least 10 minutes, I finally failed and watching my closet break and crumble to the ground. My heart crumbled a bit too.

This is Jane's closet.

This is me. Dying of happiness because I have my very own custom fit closet. Yes, happiness is killing me.

Thanks Neil! You're so talented.

Polygamy.

HAPPY STORY:
I'm really hoping that you're looking at the title of this blog and thinking..."Oh. Hm. Katie is getting into the plural marriage thing." Well, not exactly. This title refers more to the cave names: Polygamy Cave and Polygamy's End. This weekend I had the opportunity to explore these caves and go spelunking with Lance and some of his fellow friends. And when I say spelunking I mean, SPELUNKING. The hardcore kind were you feel super cool cause you are wearing a grungy suit and you have this equipment attached all over you to keep you from plummeting to your death and stuff. This was my first caving experience and I absolutely LOVED every little bit. Loved it. Passionately. I don't want to get all braggy or anything, but I think I could be pretty good at it. Professional even. Ok joke, I'm getting a big head. But, I'm awkwardly flexible which comes in handy when trying to squeeze ones body through a narrow little crack. And trying to squeeze through stuff just so happens to be more thrilling than I had imagined. So, I hope I can lurkily invite myself on more trips. Cause, that'd be pretty fantastic. For me anyway... *basks in the selfishly, lurky, and thoughtless moment she's having*

Of course my camera is submerged underwater and Neil is to cool to model all his excellent gear anyway. So I found this really lame picture on google images. Just so you children can get a better mental picture of how cool I am. You're welcome. 

SAD STORY:
I know. I'm doing it. I hate to be a Debbie Downer but I must tell a sad story on my lets-stay-positive-and-upbeat-blog. This sad story is actually my happy story (above) from someone else's eyes ...Neil's eyes to be exact. While I was having a magical time in caves, Neil, who was supposed to be with us on this adventure, had to work. Can I get a "BOOO...." from my blog followers? Yea. Major boo moment. And not only did Neil not get to go, he had to give ME all of his caving equipment to use. Big deal. Because this equipment cost him 100's of dollars, took time to get, and was all BRAND SPANKIN' NEW. On top of that Neil's one true love is now caving. Yes. He's literally attracted to them. He obsesses over caves, reads about caves, spends countless hours studying them on the internet, he talks about caves, I bet he dreams about caves, and I'm secretly willing to bet he's aspiring to live in one someday (cave sweet cave). So for me to be going with all of his stuff and him having to stay home, I could here his heart crack a little. Neil is an absolute sweetheart. That boy is golden. I greatly under appreciate him and all he does for me. Lance made the comment "I can't believe you took his stuff and just went caving without him! I'll be surprised if he's still around for you when you get home." Dang. Lance is right. If I would have been Neil, I would have thrown my ascender at my own face, rolled a rock over me, and ran away. Woah woah woah. I just read over that. I swear I'm not condoning physical abuse. The point I'm trying to make is: I feel bad that I had such a marvelous day and Neil sacrificed to make mine that good while his was kinda lame-ish. I hope some parts where good. Either way, thanks Neil.

In other news:

I was Juuudy The Lawrence Welk singer with little hands for Halloween. Bomin'.
No clue what I'm talking about? Click here.

I recently had a perfect trip to Hanksville, UT. (Note: PERFECT=miserable, scary and awkward.) Neil, James, and I went on a canyoneering trip to the Maidenwater Slot Canyon. You'd think by the name we'd be 100% prepared for water. Fail. There was WAY more water and WAY more repelling than we had planned for. We came prepared for an 8 hour canyoneering experience with 7 repels and 1 pothole deep enough to swim in. Sounds charming. What we got was over 9 hours of canyoneering, 14-15 repels, and countless potholes in which we were forced to swim. We had to strip our clothes off in order to stay warmer and be able to swim through the deeper-than-expected potholes. There were some times I was afraid someone might drown or freeze. I know. Call me a drama queen. But we were all pooped. Picture this: A girl, walking through a narrow slot canyon in her underwear, covered in muddy water that smells horrible, body and backpack soaked in 40 degree water, body rolled in dirt to take away moisture and cold, scrapes all over her body from repelling half naked over sandstone, food/camera/clothing/boots/backpack/repelling equipment absolutely soaked and weighing more than normal, feminine problems kicking her butt, watching her canyoneering buddies try to stay calm, her muscles burning, and shivering for about 4 and 1/2 hours straight. Can you see her? Now imagine her dirty near naked self making it back to the car. Finally. Yes folks. That is a fine, FINE feeling. FINE. Some magical stuff happened in that canyon. Yes sir. I loved it. And on to the next adventure...

We managed to save the pictures from our cameras. Here, I stand next to one of the many potholes I had to swim through. Notice the highlights of this picture which include: (1) the fact that you can't see the beginning to this watery stretch of doom. (2) The murk in the water. It smelled really bad. I'm going to throw out 3 wild guesses: bat feces, rat feces, and old berries. (3) I feel cold.

The gangs all hear. 

In Other News:

Neil, you're my favorite. 

Gah! Boo! *fizzle*

Title's kinda weird, right? It's just my sound effects when I realized how badly I needed to update my blog. Unfortunately, I'm gonna have to do the bulleted quick update with absolutely no detail. Well, that's probably ok with anyone that is reading. Yes. All 2 of my followers that I'm SURE read every post. : )

1. My mother and I took Neil, Garett, and Becca (in glitter form) up to Table Rock a few weeks ago to celebrate Neil and Garett's birthday. We brought birthday cake to eat on top and everything. So... I thought that was pretty awesome-ish. Happy Birthday Neil and Garett! Hope it was a good day!

2. I've officially moved into the upstairs of my house. Holy heck. I'm so pleased!

3. Started school this week! My schedule and tuition is all messed up, but hey, gives me something to do right?

4. Embarrassing story moment that to this moment, still cracks me up: So, I went to my first day of school. I got up and got all dressed for the day. I was rockin' my oversized sweatshirt and leggings. I went to class, bought a book for school, got some other stuff taken care of, and then I came home. When I got home, I kneeled on the ground and I felt my cold heel press against my butt. I thought "Hm. That's not right. I should not be able to feel that." So I stood up and looked in the mirror. Holy crap. My leggings had split clear down the butt exposing my crack for the world to see. Awesome. Good first day of school. Ha!

Stars and Just Some Awkward "Life" Crap That Happens, Yet I Freakishly Enjoy...

So meteor shower last weekend! Mmm... (First Night): Thank you Lady Jane for inviting Neil and I to tag along up to Tony's Grove to watch. It was just perfect! (Second Night): Neil and I attempted to star gaze again at the North Logan cemetery. It was pretty ok until the sprinklers popped up on us. We got a little drenched. Woot! I love it.

Neil has been living on my couch  for the past week due to some unfortunate family events. I won't say anything else except: I'm sure glad SOMEONE is out of SOME house so SOMEONE ELSE can move back in. There. No names mentioned. This chain of events has been so interesting to me! It's just been a mind bending week, filled with intense-ness. I like that! While I feel bad for the people involved, I just can't get enough. Due to this event and other past events, I'm kinda thinking I'd like to go into a career field such as Social Work. Everyone I've talked to likes the idea. Except my parents. Gah! We'll see what happens.

Here is a picture Neil and I took and gave to my roommate Jane for her birthday. It was meant to be an impersonation of the famous Marilyn and James picture she owns, but when we posted it on facebook everyone just thought we were tacky and weird. THIS ISN'T A NATURAL POSE PEOPLE!! Geez...