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Birthdays

My Birthday Wish List

April 8, 2016

13247b7a838a11e181bd12313817987b_7My birthday is on Sunday, and much like every other year, I don’t have a whole lot that I’m pining for at the moment. Plus the fact that we’re moving out of the country and can’t bring our whole life’s-worth of stuff with us has really left me wondering, “Is there anything I really need that I can even bother making room for in my suitcase?”

Right now I have a cold which has been kind of brutal, so what I’d reeeaaallly like is a crapload of NyQuil and 24 uninterrupted hours of sleep. Unfortunately, neither of those things are in the cards right now, so here’s the short list of things I’d like for my birthday:

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A new card wallet, since I’ve had mine for years now and it’s falling apart at the seams.

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A beautiful tote in a spring-ready shade that works as a work bag, plane carry-on, or diaper bag.

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A weekend bag, for all the upcoming travel-days. (I mean, basically just buy me everything Cuyana has to offer, right?)

And of course, a massage, dinner out, and a couple extra hours of sleep would be really awesome too 😉

Birthdays

Birthday Wish List

April 6, 2015

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My birthday is on Friday, and honestly, this year it feels super unimportant.  I’m normally someone who loves any reason to celebrate, (I generally refer to April as my “birthday month,” because why claim only one day when you can claim an entire month, right?) but this year I’m so focused on the impending birth of our little lady, that I really haven’t given my own date of birth much thought.

I thought I’d post the few things I’m asking for this year (fair warning: my list is reeeaaaally boring this year), mainly because I like to know what people like to receive for special occasions.  So here it is, my super-boring birthday wish list.

I’d like…

  1. For people to stop commenting on or joking about how “pregnant” I look.  Yes, I’m 8 months pregnant and I’m 5’1.  There’s not a whole lot of vertical space in my midsection for this little lady, so yeah, I’m looking pregnant (I think it would be a little weird if I wasn’t looking pregnant this late in the game.)  My weight gain has been within normal limits, baby and I are more than healthy, so that’s really all there is.  No need to comment on how “OMG big/huge/pregnant/fat/giant/uncomfortable/tired” I look.  I actually think I look pretty good, all things considered.  Sure, it’s weird hauling a watermelon-sized belly around, but I’m growing a person, so the big belly comes with the territory.  So unless you want to say something positive about my pregnancy or the way I look, I don’t really need to hear the comments/jokes/whatever on my birthday.  (And how fun that society totally has this thing about telling pregnant women how “huge” they are!  Let’s just not, ok?)  IMG_4463
  2. Sephora money — because I’m on the hunt for some new blush!
  3. Prenatal massage (because I could literally go into labor in less than a week, and this super-heavy bowling ball belly makes my back/hips/legs/feet so so tired these days)
  4. Soft, thin jammies for the hospital/nursing.  Specifically, I’d like a nightgown, robe, and some comfy slippers. gap nightgowngap robe
  5. A date night out with KC (because I suspect they’re about to become much fewer and farther between!)
  6. Any items remaining on our baby registries (because, hi, we’re not made of money over here) bugaboo

*ahem, yes, we did decide to get the Mercedes of strollers, because it was the only all-terrain one that I could actually lift when folded (I have a super crappy back and can’t lift more than 20-25 pounds). Hooray for gift cards!

Birthdays / Personal

To My Sister

May 23, 2014

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There are few things in life that are better than having a sister.  And having Alexis as a sister?  There’s pretty much nothing better.

Alexis is the kind of sister who will push and scream at a boy who has just pushed you down onto the sidewalk when you’re 9 years old.

She’s the kind of sister who will stick up for you when you want your curfew extended junior year.

She’s the kind of sister who will come home from college classes the week after you’ve had knee surgery for the second time and take you and your crutches to Fresh Choice (and carry your tray for you while you hobble through the buffet line).

She’s the kind of sister who will live with you while you’re both in law school and help you through finals by agreeing that a Boboli pizza and a terrible Lindsey Lohan movie is a much better idea than spending another two hours trying to understand the Rule Against Perpetuities.

She’s the kind of sister who will not only be your maid of honor in your wedding — she’ll bake your wedding cake for you (and high-five you after the ceremony).

And she’s the kind of sister who makes you have conversations like, “I think I could move away from everybody else, but you would have to come with me.”

I realize that I may be a little bit biased, but I’m pretty positive that I have the best sister in the world.

Happy birthday, Alexis.  I love you, I’m so lucky to have you, and I can’t wait to celebrate another year with you!

Birthdays

It's My Birthday! (Tomorrow)

April 9, 2014

Tomorrow I turn 30.  And because I’m saying farewell to a pretty significant decade of my life, I thought I’d take a minute to recap some of the highs and lows of the last 10 years.

In my 20’s I:

  • Graduated from both UCLA and USF Law School (age 22 and 25). CIMG1822
  • Passed the BAR and became a real-life attorney (age 25).
  • Cried a lot while studying for the BAR (Fun fact: after the second day of the exam, I called KC sobbing and asked him to bring me a happy meal.  True story.) CIMG2415
  • Worked at 11 different jobs.
  • Had 3 different full-time jobs (including one that has been my dream job since law school).
  • Bought 2 cars (age 25 and 28). IMG_0065
  • Became a certified Bar Method instructor (age 27). IMG_2241
  • Studied in Stratford-upon-Avon and London  (I spent a fortune on phone cards while studying there, calling KC) (age 21) and Rome (age 23). CIMG1253
  • Traveled to Hawaii, New York, Oregon, Wyoming, Utah, Montana, Nevada, Illinois, Louisiana, Ohio, Washington, Canada, Austria, Czech Republic, Ireland, Italy, Germany, France, Belgium, and the UK. IMG_0804
  • And also traveled to Oklahoma, Texas, Florida, and Arizona (but not for fun).
  • Got the flu twice and broke a rib coughing both times (the woooooorst).
  • Met KC (at age 20) and started dating, moved in with him (age 25), got engaged (age 26), got married (age 27), worked really really hard and finally figured out what the hell marriage is all about (age 28-present). awesome_1
  • Figured out that working hard is really worth it, when it’s for the right person. 2011_12_23_Chelsea_&_KC_Wedding_0594
  • Lived in 8 different residences.
  • Had 10 roommates (including KC!  And my sister 🙂 )
  • Moved 12 times.  (It was awful every. time.) IMG_0537
  • Moved out of my parent’s house for good (age 24).
  • Lived in a very transitional part of Oakland for 4 1/2 years (where I got grabbed walking home from BART one time, and saw someone get car jacked another time).
  • Moved into the cutest little Tudor-style duplex on a street where I’m not scared walking at night (age 28). IMG_1480
  • Adopted Seuss (age 22). CIMG2288
  • Adopted Penny (age 28). IMG_0794
  • Went from not being able to afford anything, pretty much (age 20-26), to being a completely self-sufficient, financially independent adult.
  • Lost my grandpa.
  • Figured out that it’s way better to do what you want and be happy, than to try and make everyone else happy.
  • Learned that drama isn’t worth my time, and it’s better to just be straightforward with people, even if it feels awkward.
  • Learned that it’s better to be honest about being mad, even when it’s hard.
  • Oh yeah, and started a blog (age 25). P1010077

It’s been a pretty good/crazy/fun/amazing/transitional 10 years.  I can’t wait to see what the next 10 will bring.

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Birthday Month

April 1, 2014

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It’s officially April, which means it’s officially the month of my birthday.  In just a week and a half’s time I turn 30 and I am PUMPED.

I get that some people don’t love their birthday.  Actually, scratch that — I don’t get it.  I love my birthday, hence why I’m super obnoxious throughout the entire month of April.  (Why have just a day to celebrate when you can claim an entire month?  I mean, those are the principles that America was founded on, am I right?)

I guess I don’t really see the tragedy in getting older.  Sure, being 21 sounds cool (and lord knows college was F-U-N), but being 21 I was also like, super broke all the time and constantly worried about what other people thought of my outfits and stuff.  (Sidenote: I wore a lot of sequined belts at that age.  Let’s think about that for a second, shall we?  Oh, 2005…)  Oh yeah, and I was studying for and taking the LSAT at that age — ew.

Then there’s turning 25 — another milestone.  And 25 is also awesome, because you’re a “grown-up” but still so young!  What a thrill.  But at 25 I was also OMGSOBROKE.  More broke than I was in college even (damn you, law school).  And at 25 I was studying for and taking the BAR exam.  I was also crying a lot.  (Those two things might have been related.)  Oh yeah, and I was UNEMPLOYED the entire time I was 25, which was so not awesome after working my butt off for 7 years in college + law school.

So anyway, I kinda think being young is overrated sometimes.  Don’t get me wrong — I definitely have a lot of fond memories of my 20s.  I think I will look back on this decade and marvel at the incredible amount of freedom I had/have (something which I don’t think I can even fully appreciate at this time).  But, with all the positive, big life changes happening in my 20s, there was also a lot of negatives.  A lot of uncertainty and struggle, which I think is just what happens when you’re figuring your life out in that decade.  And while I will definitely think fondly of my 20s, I’m pretty excited to start a whole new chapter — one that involves less insecurity, less instability, and less concern over other peoples’ judgments.  (I’ll wear sequin belts if I want to!  But I probably won’t.)  Oh yeah, and less being crazy broke.  (Literally, I used to stress out over whether I could afford to buy a coffee.  A COFFEE.  Not cool.)

So if you’re someone who hates birthdays, or has a general aversion to the idea of a “birthday month,” you might want to take a little break from reading the blog.  Because I plan on celebrating my 30th to my heart’s content.

(But really, you should totally have a birthday month too — being born and living another year is awesome, you should celebrate it!)