stumbling through the good parts

One of my favorite days each week is Sunday afternoon. It's funny because I hated Sundays in college. It was like someone threw a heavy weight on my chest and the looming week of classes and papers and group work just sat there while I quietly struggled to maintain composure. Or most likely, not so quietly. Most times I wasted away in bed or our living room adding re-runs of Law & Order SVU marathons to my excessive repertoire of episodes I had already seen and acting like I wasn't trying to graduate any time before the Mayans did their damage in 2012. Dramatics aside, I always survived, although I'm convinced I spent more time on Facebook on Sundays than I ever did with my nose in my comparative politics book. However, its been the most pleasant change as I've gotten older (and stopped working seasonal jobs) I now love Sundays. I really do. It's typically filled with brunches and grocery shopping (more on this later) and laundry and dinner with Jon's fam

This weekend was a long welcomed break and we made sure to try and take advantage of our extended amount of free time, with celebration of Presidents Day (by sleeping in and making homemade brunch, of course!) to rock climbing on both Saturday and Sunday.    However, the real fun started Thursday night where Jon spoiled me rotten with an awesome home-cooked meal and my very own brand new camera bag and flowers for Valentine's Day. He's quite the catch, let me tell you :) Friday night I hit the park for a leisurely 4 miles with Bear dog.  It was SO so nice to actually run outside after work in the balmy 40º weather! Afterwards, their was reparations to be made.  The last weekend, Jon and Will had valiantly (read: won by 2) beat Leah and I in an awesome game of snowshoe discgolf.  As a result, we wagered a delicious dinner graciously made by the losers. (Us.) So Animal Style Burgers were made, and devoured.  Unfortunately, I was so engrossed with eating them, I forgot to take