Thankful Thursday

Today, I am thankful for:

The perfect, wonderful, glorious, kick-you-in-the-crotch, spit-on-your-neck fantastic* weather we have been enjoying the past week or two. (Didn't I tell you my gratitude almost always involves the weather?) Our days have been sunny and clear with temperatures ranging from about 60 to 75 degrees, depending on the day. It seriously has been awwwesome. (It does, however, make me resent the fact that I work in a lame office and can't frolic in meadows all day, but we won't go into that because that would negate the gratitude I'm going for here.)

On Saturday Josh and I decided to take advantage of the beautiousness (I like making up words) and hiked the Y, which was my first time ever doing so.

I was just about to link you to a site explaining what "hiking the Y" means, but the page said the hike was "easy," and just made me feel bad about myself so, uh, if you're that curious I'll let you find on your own the sites that make fun of me. Come on - you people who have done it - it's not that easy, is it? Am I really that fat? I didn't have trouble with sore muscles or anything, but my heart rate was getting up pretty good and I may or may not have had to stop several times. I know I'm out of shape, but really? "Easy?" Phooey on you, utah.com, and your belittling "information."

I might be a little sensitive about my out-of-shapeness. Hmm.. Good thing I've finally stopped being a total lazy-butt and the H and B competition has been reinstated.

Anyway, here are some pic-a-chas from our hiking endeavor:

Lately we've been inadvertently coordinating our outfits. I didn't notice this instance until seeing this picture. Awwwww.


Provo is pretty stinkin' beautiful.



And it totally cracked me up that while I'm enjoying and taking pictures of the view, Josh is trimming his nails. He has this thing about his nails being too long, and almost always carries clippers with him in case he has a hangnail or something. Ha, ha, ha, I love it.

And because I just posted a not-terribly-flattering picture of him, I'll post one of me from when Josh confiscated my camera and thought it was a good idea to snap away while unbeknownst to me. (Because, ya know, I neeeever post unflattering pictures of myself...)

Apparently something is confusing? I dunno.
And that bulge that appears to be a muffin top? Uhh.. it's not. It's, uh, a fanny pack I decided to carry under my shirt. Yeeaah. That's what it is.

So the post doesn't end with an eye-burning picture, here's another picture of something pretty:

Muuuch better.

For what are you grateful today?

*Name that reference