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This week

I feel more energized when I go to work. Every hour, every customer is just one more dollar going towards my future home.

I've been looking up tons of gardening tips. I really want to grow my own strawberries and maybe even a blueberry bush on our balcony!

I'm so proud of Sammy, he was at the hospital until 1 in the morning last night taking care of his mom. He always stays so calm in emergencies and knows just what to do. That makes me so confident knowing whatever life decides to throw at us, we can deal with it. And he still has a sense of humor in scary situations. We were discussing Dr. House. (Everything is fine now, just some nasty kidney stones.)

THE BRONCOS ARE GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL!!! This is my first year really watching football and actually understanding what's going on. How exciting that my hometown is going to the Super Bowl! I need to go get me a Peyton Manning shirt…

School's starting. I got my textbooks away from my workplace (the campus bookstore) and saved $80! And yes, I even used Campus book Rental, thank you all for the recommendations!

Sammy said if I wore pajamas all day every day, he wouldn't mind because I look very nice in them. Ladies, I have found the perfect man I'm telling ya!

I got to see friends I haven't seen in forever which is always the best! And I'm looking forward to seeing others very very soon. :)

My dog is a dork. A full on dorkity dork.

My sister is going to my schools sister college. I love the irony of it.

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  1. AnonymousJanuary 20, 2014 at 9:53 AM

    My university has an exchange program with UCCS and I REALLY wanted to spend a semester there!

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