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CASI 2010

At the Statue of Liberty tour:

Tour Guide: where are you all from?
Min: um… Seattle
Matt: oh, I see how it is.
Min: there was a war?
Tee: the War of 1812?
Min: what?
Tee: 1812? You learned this in highschool!
Min: um, yeah. yeah I know. The War of 1812. We won, didn’t we?
Matt: I don’t know who you mean when you say “we” anymore.

NYC was a fantastic trip – I had the most amazing time! Even though Wayne didn’t bust out any of his old dance moves, we had such a blast gathering together to celebrate the next step in life for our friend Lisa. Her wedding was breath-taking! From the views at Steiner Studio Stage 6 to the food to the decorate your own take-home cupcake to the mustaches, it was all crazy fun. I’m sure by now you’ve seen the gazillion photos of me and friends in our sexiest mustache poses (including unibrows, eyebrows, chest hairs, sideburns, etc.), but in case you haven’t, you can see them in the photos section.

This was my first time flying by myself since I developed my anxiety issues, and strangely I felt extremely confident. It’s extremely stressful as you board and before you take off, because every step is a step in the direction away from what I define to be safe area (in this case, the solid ground). I know statistically speaking planes are more safe than automobiles, and tons of people fly in planes every day and nothing happens to them, but something triggers inside you and you always feel like you’re the sane one, and why don’t people realize how dangerous this is! It’s silly, but it’s how my brain works. :(

But anyways, the NYC trip was great, and I think it’s something that I really needed to do. I got to see some great friends, have some deep conversations over beer, and spend some time figuring things out for myself. I’m so blessed to have people who care about me despite the fact we don’t see each other often. After spending five years together in study madness, you develop a close bond, I think. Matt has told me (and it’s something I’ve used a lot lately) to always think of what I know to be true. He used it in a more spiritual sense, but it seems to work well for more practical things. When I’m out canoeing on the water and it gets a little wavy and I start feel nervous, I always ask myself “what do you know to be true?” and then I’ll answer it: “the boat will float if it tips over. even if you can’t right the canoe straight away, you can hold onto it. there really isn’t anything in the ocean that finds you remotely interesting. there are boats around that can come to you if you start screaming for help.” those sorts of things. I used to be upset that I would have to remind myself about these things, because it basically meant that my mind is being occupied by worries, whereas before I never gave it a second thought. But now it’s just become something I do. I find myself to be more cautious, and I take less risks / chance in anything I do, and that in itself is pretty sad, but one step at a time.

Anyways, this year’s NYC trip holds a special place in my heart. It not only gave me time to bond with some special people (all of whom were at my wedding, but I just didn’t have time to have heart to hearts with them!), but it gave me time to figure myself out, and to push my own comfort zones. I always feel like I can’t do something, until I actually do it and then I realize it’s not so bad. But that first step is always the hardest. I hope that when I hit another one of those hurdles, I will have the willpower to take the next step forward, and then the next.

Point and Click surprise!

So I got home yesterday after work to find something stuck to my front door:


What's this? :)

Hurray! A post-it note surprise! Once upon a time when the hubs and I were first going out he used to leave me post-it notes all the time on my dorm door. And because I love notes, our 9 month anniversary consisted of a whole room full of post-its saying “I Love You”. I love the sappiness.

But these weren’t just any post-its (‘don’t forget to do the dishes, thx.’ – kidding, he’d never leave me those I’d kill him), These had a great message on them:


Hey Tee, Here's a game for ya. You can think of this as one of those "random clicking" games that you like to play online, but better b/c you get real stuff instead of a jpeg of it (or useless points). You will be rewarded so...

Instructions 2

The goal of the game is to find all 5 items. Here's the clue: !(Microloft and Kevin's Place). DeMorgan's Law might help: !A union !B = !(A and B). From our conversation last night.

Now a lot of people might be all “what in the” but the boy is a nerd and I love that he’s a nerd, and he loves that I’m not a nerd, so he included an answer sheet just in case. I love that man!


Hurray for an answer sheet!

So eagerly I entered my apartment, threw down my bag and began hunting! My first stop was to survey the room.  Like any good point and click game strategy, you need to first view your surroundings for anything that could look out of place. I did this also because I couldn’t understand what the clue was.  I honestly tried to solve it too, I stared at it for a long time.

What’s not a microloft and also not Kevin’s place? Well, they’re both studios but a microloft is 270sqft and Kevin’s place was about 400sqft.  So OUR place is not a microloft and not Kevin’s place. But clearly that logic doesn’t help me any way.

So when a strategy fails, I basically resort to where would the hubs hide me presents? My first obvious spot was the bed, since it was actually made and my bear with sitting in the middle. Sneaky!


Hi Bear!



Hurray! A cookie!! Now that I knew my prizes, I was eager to find the rest of them. Who can say no to cookies! So I wandered to the bathroom. A good point and click game will spread out the items in the different surroundings, so I figured the bed area was done. In the bathroom, I had no luck with the cupboards so I took a peek into the bathtub.

Cookie #2

Thank goodness he decided to put the cookies in ziploc bags. Phew!

While munching down on a cookie (brain food?) I went to the kitchen to see what I could find. I opened the fridge and rummaged through the contents. I opened all the cupboards and shifted to the pantry drawer. The cutlery drawer. Below the sink. Inside the oven. Inside the toaster oven. Inside the microwave. Inside my pots and pans. I was started to get fustrated (and worked up a sweat – who know finding random items in the house like this would actually be more work than playing point and click games on the computer!) when I lifted up our chef pan and found another cookie. Huzzah! (I forgot to take a picture here)

With three down and two to go, I decided I had scoured every area except the desk. So I shuffled through all the papers, all the clothes on the chairs, all the binders on the shelves under the table, inside the boxes, and behind my plant. I came up empty handed, so I became confused and started scouring through my clothes drawers and closet, his closet and his clothes, the shoe rack, basically everything. In a point and click game, when you get stuck and don’t know what else to do, you always just start randomly clicking on things. Don’t say you don’t, I won’t believe you. Fustrated and already down to one cookie after eating the other two, I gave up and went downstairs to the lounge in our building where the hubs was patiently waiting for me.

“If you were a cookie, where would you be?” :(

A came back upstairs with me to survey my findings: two empty ziploc bags and a half-eaten cookie. We went through the clue again, and while it made so much more sense to me when he explained it, I’ll spare you guys the details because it involves actually being around to listen to the conversation we had the previous night. So after thinking through the clue (and him being extremely impressed I found three cookies by sheer brute force method with no logic whatever), he told me that one of them was under the table. When I told him I had already looked under the table, he said “no really. like UNDER the table.” Like, taped to the bottom of the table. I did not think to crawl under the table and then look upwards because that’s a lot of effort and who does that!!

Cookie #3

Under the table?! Really?!

The last one was kind of a cheat too, because microlofts do not have a storage unit, but ours does. Except our storage unit requires a separate key because it’s in a separate room on the other side of our floor. I honestly would’ve never figured that one out. But off I went to the storage room to retrieve my last lost cookie. Hurray!

Cookie #5

Storage Room Cookie!

Thanks hubs for the fun game. I love post-it surprises, and I love baked goods. :)

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