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Why We Aren’t The Hearsts

When Stephen and I first started dating I had a conversation with my mom. She asked a million questions to learn more about this new boy in my life. What’s his name? Stephen. What’s his last name? Hurst. Where do his parents live? California. HOLD THE PHONE. He is a Hearst and his family lives in California? Is he one of THE Hearsts?? Ha. No. Not so much.

My Stephen wasn’t part of the Hearst empire. I explained that his parents lived in California for a couple years for his dad’s job but had all intentions to come back to Houston. And there was really no chance they were distant relatives because the spelling is different.

As Stephen and I dated and then eventually got married, I saw more and more that we are not like the Hearst family. We are simple, frugal, clip coupons, and drink discount booze. We often have Totino’s for dinner and wait 6 months between haircuts because it kills me to shell out that much money for a trim. We are just not that classy.

We weren’t planning on going out to a nice dinner last night for our anniversary. We’d eaten out enough over the weekend that we felt like it would be okay to skip the actual anniversary night. Plus, we had run out of Stephen’s winnings from the dog track. So it looked like we’d just be eating some breaded chicken and glazed carrots in front of the television. Not that there is anything wrong with that, Stephen and I love our dinners in front of the television… especially when it’s Wheel of Fortune or Wipe Out!

But my mom informed me that she’d purchased a Groupon to a nice restaurant close by and if we wanted to, we could use it. Yes please! So we got home from work and I changed into a cotton dress (I didn’t think that capris and Stephen’s t-shirt were appropriate) and headed over there. For those of you in Houston, the restaurant is Bailey’s American Grille (<– link, check it out). The restaurant is beautiful, the menu is mouth-watering.

We were seated and given the menu and drink menu. Our waiter came over to take our drink orders. I presented him with our Groupon print out which is a basically a big sign that says “We Are Too Cheap To Come Here Regularly, But We’re All About The Discount Food.” I’m sure waiters just love to see that. He asked what we’d like to drink and we just said water. If it weren’t for the fact that I actually knew the waiter from childhood, I’m sure he’d be cursing the restaurant gods for placing us in his section instead of the next batch of wealthy patrons.

The food was fantastic. We started off with an appetizer of fried green tomatoes. They were laying on this awesome lemon butter sauce and topped with goat cheese. They were supposed to be topped with crab meat as well but since I really am hoping to have a 4th and even 50th anniversary, we asked them to keep the shellfish away from Stephen. They were delicious. Melted goat cheese on fried tomatoes? My friend, nothing even sounds better than that! 

For dinner we each ordered a steak. If you recall, I’m of the mindset that you should never order a steak more cooked than medium. It’s just not right. But when you’re pregnant, they say you are supposed to have “fully cooked meat.” So I braced myself for the embarrassment of ordering a filet medium well. Thankfully I was leaning back when our waiter came back and he must’ve seen a glimpse of my enormous belly. “What would you like for dinner?” I’d like the filet, (adjust self in seat and scrunch face to hide embarrassment) medium well. “Umm. Are you..?” And he makes this awkward curved shape with his hand. Pregnant? Yes. Very. That’s why I’m ordering my steak that way. “Oh! Well congratulations.” I felt better that he knew that I wasn’t intentionally trying to ruin a perfect steak. Stephen ordered the prime rib which came to our table still mooing.

It was fantastic. Mine came with garlic mashed potatoes that, I swear, were shipped here from the Holy Throne of God. (Which really makes me excited to go to Heaven. Can you even imagine all the good food they’ve got up there?!) Stephen’s came with a potato gratin that made him moan on multiple bites. “This cheese, Chelsea! This cheese!”

We split the Baked Alaska for dessert. We were underwhelmed but I think that’s because we didn’t know what we were ordering. Overall, dinner was fantastic. My belly was full all the way up to my boobs. Know that feeling, preggos? On the way home, Stephen asked if we could rent a movie. It was already a little after 8 and I wasn’t thrilled with the idea of staying up that late. “But it’s a week night!” He was silent for a few seconds and then asked, “Can we please rent a movie and watch it while I rub your feet.” SURE!

So that’s what we did. We watched It’s Complicated while Stephen drank wine and rubbed my feet and while I drank water and paused the movie for multiple potty breaks. It was a great night. We managed to pull off “classy” that evening. We didn’t spill our food on our clothes, Stephen put his pinky out while he was drinking his Guinness from his frosted mug, we said our please and thank yous. I think we could have fooled anyone. We totally could have said we were The Hearsts and they would never have been the wiser.

Until we got into bed, turned out the light, and I let out a belch.

July 29, 2010 at 8:59 am 13 comments


Today, July 28,2010, is my third anniversary. Three years ago, Stephen and I stood before 230 of our closest friends and family and made a commitment to each other. It was a wonderful day, a wonderful wedding, a wonderful man.

Since then there have been a lot of changes. Good changes. Growth.

They say that the first year of marriage is the hardest. For us, that was true. I was in a job that I hated and Stephen wasn’t in a job at all. We bought a house and moved. Several things combined to make it a rough year. But we survived and came out on the other side with a better relationship.

The rest has been smooth sailing. We’ve gotten the hang of marriage and couldn’t be happier. My husband is kind, thoughtful, and downright hilarious. He keeps me on my toes. Every day I love him more. I have a feeling that I’m just figuring out what that even means. When I got pregnant, I had this new surge of love for Stephen. Everytime I see my bump, I love him more. Everytime he puts his hand on my belly or kisses my bump good night, I fall more in love with him. I cannot even imagine how it’s going to be when Jansen is on the outside of my womb! There is absolutely nothing more attractive than your husband growing into a stronger man. (That’s probably why I’ve read on several blogs lately that y’all are very attracted to your man when you see him mowing the lawn. Something about a manly man that makes us melt… Am I right?)

So today we celebrate my husband. Because without him, there would be no wonderful marriage. There is not a doubt in my mind that God picked this crazy man just for me. He is the only one in the world who knows how to pop my toes, or knows the exact spot on my forehead to kiss when I have a headache. And we all know those are the important things in life!

We celebrated our anniversary over the weekend. We took our annual anniversary trip to my parents’ beach house and did nothing but eat, relax, and beach. Pretty much exactly like last year, only without the booze. Oh and if I might remind you… last year I showed you proof of my massive food baby after our big anniversary dinner…

Impressive, no? Well I outdid myself this year. Want to talk about growth??

Thankfully that’s more baby than it is food!

To my husband: I loves you. I love you like a friend, I love you like a spouse, I love your smile and your laugh and the way you accidentally tell jokes when you aren’t meaning to. I love the way you open the car door for me, as well as any other woman who may be with us. I love your milky brown eyes and the scar under your nose. I love the way you eat your meals in sections and the way your hold your fork and knife. It’s all the little things tied up with all the big things that make me love you in so many ways. I LOVES YOU!

(My second anniversary post.)

July 28, 2010 at 8:58 am 22 comments

Life As We Know It

It’s quite shocking how different my life is right now. Things that were foreign to me are now normal, and vice versa. Gone are the days of cooking dinner with recipes. Now it’s all about what’s quick and easy. A chicken breast here, pasta there, maybe just a sandwich for dinner. Gone are the days of pretty toenails (unless my mom paints them for me). Gone are the days of talking about anything non-baby related.

It’s so different. I view my life in weeks, with an ending in mid-September. “Well I’ll be 39 weeks at that point so I can’t commit to it.” Or “Oh well I’ll have a baby at that point so… uh… we’ll figure it out then. I can’t think that far ahead.” Literally the ONLY thing on my calendar between September 19 and the end of the year is a lunch date with my blog friend Molly. That’s it. That’s all I can commit to.

But I’m not the type of person that likes to sit around. Sure, I like to be lazy… but only if it’s planned. In the same way, I can be spontaneous… if it’s on the calendar. So on Saturday morning while Stephen slept in until 11:00, I got up at 9:30. (I still think that is sleeping in. 9:30 is pretty darn good for a preggo!) I had two cups of (decaf) coffee, read the grocery store ads, and made breakfast for the two of us. Then I sorted baby clothes until my sister was ready for out Ikea trip. Stephen and I had plans to go to the movies that evening so I didn’t want to make our Ikea trip too late.

When I finally got home, I collapsed on the couch. I was exhausted. “Movie tomorrow instead?” he asked. I realized that even the thought of walking to the car and then walking into the theater was too much work. I couldn’t do it. I was dead… and somehow Stephen knew it before I did. I think that’s what good husbands are for. They are there to clue you in when you’ve hit your limit. It’s not uncommon for him to say, “Sit down. You’ve put away groceries and changed the laundry. You need to sit for a bit.” So when he told me I was tired on Saturday, I knew he was right.

So I took the remote, whipped up a batch of chocolate chip cookies, and watched Julie & Julia.

Such is my life now. Bursts of activity, followed by rest. It’s the only way to get anything done and feel accomplished, yet stay healthy. It’s not uncommon for me to get dizzy or lightheaded when I’ve been moving around too much. That’s scary stuff.

This weekend Stephen and I are celebrating our anniversary at my parents’ house in Galveston. The beach is the one place where my husband has barrels of energy. He turns into a 10 year old and swims for hours. HOURS. But even sitting in the heat is work for me. We’ll bring an umbrella and I’ll try to keep covered to stay cool but I still can’t see myself spending the entire day out there. says we may have some scattered thunderstorms. If that’s the case, what are your recommendations? Any good movies that are on RedBox? Any activities that involve being really lazy? Because currently my plans are as follows: Wake up, make breakfast, eat breakfast, nap, get dressed for the beach, sit down and relax, walk to the beach, read at the beach, come home, sit down, shower, sit down, get dressed, sit down, go to dinner. The end. Oh and I’ll pee approximately 87 times throughout those plans.

Romantic, huh? For the sake of my husband and my marriage, we need to come up with something exciting to do.

Something that will make him fall in love with me all over again so that when we get home he won’t hate me so much when I tell him what all I need him to do.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve just typed up 700 words and I’m tired. I need a quick rest.

July 21, 2010 at 8:59 am 9 comments

My Weekend Was Better Than Yours

Hello friends. How was your weekend? I know, you’re staring at your computer, you can’t actually answer. This isn’t like when you run into someone you barely know at the grocery store and they say “OH! How ARE you??” They really don’t care. They are just being polite. Of course I’m being polite… but not just for the sake of being polite. I really do care. How was your weekend?

Mine was great, thanks for asking. Stephen and I spent the weekend in Galveston at Bella Rose. We were celebrating our second anniversary. We got in late on Friday night. My mom and aunts had this waiting for us.


A few cards, a bottle of red for Stephen, a bottle of one of my favorite Rieslings, and a mini bottle of champagne. Upstairs on our bedroom door was a Happy Anniversary sign. Then when we opened the door, the bed was beautifully turned down and there were chocolates on our pillow. It was a great surprise… and very inviting. I’m sure their intentions had something to do with grandbabies. But the bed looked so inviting that we went to bed and proceeded to sleep for about 11 hours.

Saturday we woke up and went to eat at the Sunflower Bakery. Our waiter was kind of a creeper but the food was great. Then we went to the beach. We hauled towels, books, a cooler, and an umbrella. Stephen spent a good 15 minutes digging a hole for the umbrella. It stood for about 10 minutes and a small gust of wind blew it to the other side of the island. It snapped into a million tiny toothpicks. Not only was it embarrassing but it was quite frustrating since we found out that the umbrella wasn’t intended for beach use… it was for the back porch. Boo. Looks like Garden Ridge is going to get another $50 out of us. Instead of moaning about our loss, I laid out and read. It’s what I do best. Stephen body surfed. It’s what he does best. Three hours later, he was as red as a lobster and I was nice and toasty.

That night we went to dinner at Rudy & Paco’s. My parents had made reservations for us and given us a gift certificate. Very nice surprise. It was fantastically expensive and delicious. Aside from the fact that we were literally surrounded by bachelorette parties, it was a perfect dinner. We were trying to act rich and nonchalant so we didn’t take any photos during dinner. But once we’d handed over our certificate and left the restaurant, we pulled out the camera.


We were also too cool to ask someone to take our picture.


I’m aware that I’m wearing this dress in another post, but I swear I’ve only worn it twice. It’s comfortable and it allows me to eat as much as I want without feeling restricted.


That’s my handsome husband. There are some weird shadows on his body. I don’t know what that’s all about.

So remember last week when we talked about cheesecake babies? Want to see my food baby? I think we’ll call him Rudy. Or Paco.


Seriously, I’m not pregnant. It’s all food. If you listen closely you can hear Jillian Michaels screaming.

So then we went back to Bella Rose and ingested some liquid calories.


Stephen’s wine. He could only have one sip. He was not a fan. (Sorry mom, it was the thought that counted!) Here I am with the baby champagne. I drank it all by myself.


I’ve got nothing else to tell you. I’m slightly scared of the post I’m developing right now. I woke up with a migraine this morning. Consequently I’m slightly drugged. I’m pretty sure that writing while drugged is not recommended. So I will quit writing and just show you a few more pictures.


(This is my cute hubby writing in the guestbook.)

(I know I said I wasn’t going to write anymore but it doesn’t count when it’s in parenthesis… it just counts as a thought.)


(That’s me. And Stephen’s laptop. And Google Reader. A match made in Heaven.)


(This is when Sean Connery walked by the house. We ran outside and forced him to take a picture with us.)

(Just kidding. It’s Stephen’s dad.)


(And here we are with Stephen’s mom.)

(No, they didn’t spent our anniversary weekend with us. We aren’t weirdos. They just came Sunday afternoon to see the house and take us to lunch. We had an awesome lunch at The Spot. We also watched the slideshow that my sister made for our rehearsal dinner. We thought we had brought our wedding video. We were wrong. And now we are a bit nervous because we aren’t sure that we even know where our wedding video is…)

(That is all.)

(Maybe this post was weird but at least I posted pictures. That makes up for it right?)

(Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll do some work while I’m in the glorious drug fog.)

August 3, 2009 at 9:35 am 21 comments

Got Nerd?

I can vividly remember a day in high school when I was hanging out at a neighborhood pool with two of my guy friends. We were just sitting around and talking, occasionally jumping into the pool to cool off. We’d been there about 30 minutes and their dad showed up. He said he heard we were here and wanted to come hang out. So he did. He told goofy dad jokes and felt comfortable sitting around with us. At one point I was sitting at the edge of the pool with my feet hanging in the water and one of my friends was tossing the nerf football with his dad in the pool. I could hear them having some ridiculous conversation about physics or chemistry or some other science related thing that I don’t understand. And that’s when I made my decision – I wanted to marry a nerd.

There is something endearing about a man who is comfortable with himself and doesn’t take himself too seriously. There is something valuable about a dad who can joke around with his kids and take time to play around. And I decided that wasn’t something I could negotiate on. I wanted a man who was goofy. A man who was friendly and smart. A man that I knew I could have fun with for the rest of my live. There’s no time for boring when you’re going to be married for the rest of your life.

Two years ago, I accomplished that goal. I married a nerd. He’s handsome and smart and honest and sensitive. He loves me and Jesus and playing games. He’s a goof. He tells jokes that I don’t always understand. He loves my cooking and our dog. He watches the History Channel and listens to talk radio. But he is a nerd. And more importantly, he’s my nerd.

See my nerd:

Wedding 1

Oh goodness. How embarassing. We aren’t even looking at the camera. Hold on, we’ll turn around.

Wedding 2

Isn’t he cute? Yeah, I know. That’s why I married him. Or was it because of his dimples? Or his foot rubs? Or his passion for Jesus? Oh wait, I remember. I married him because he’s a nerd… that’s right. Hmm, there are so many reasons, I lose count of the most important ones.

Every now and then he’ll do something to remind me. Like a couple weeks ago when he was eating a hamburger and ended up with two globs of mustard on his shoulder. Or like a week ago when I asked him to kill a bug and he carefully caught it in a Sonic cup and smashed it with the straw.

Even though I roll my eyes and check his birth certificate to see if he’s really as old as he says he is, I love it. I love him.

A few weeks ago our friend James was in town. He said to Stephen, “Sometimes I don’t understand what you’re saying. Not until later when the truth is revealed… then I can look back and it all made sense. It’s just hard to understand at the time. You’re like God.” Don’t worry, I think God appreciated the joke.

So, happy TWO YEAR anniversary to my love. Stephen Bridges. Thank you for making my life interesting!

I’ll leave you with a few pictures from the big day… Enjoy.

Wedding 3

My thoughts exactly, girls. There is nothing sexier than a man in a penguin suit! (Except maybe a man in a baseball uniform… but my dad told me he wouldn’t pay for the wedding if I put Stephen in an Astros uniform…) Oh, and it may look like my cousin Natalie is bored. She’s not. She’s just sad. Maybe because the love of her life is about to get married. Or maybe because her stupid cousin (cough…me…cough) gave her the wrong last name on the program.

Wedding 4

It could be worse, Natalie. It could be your wedding day and the DJ could have gotten your name wrong. Chew on that for a second…

Yeah, moving on. Check out my cake!!

Wedding 5


Wedding 6


Wedding 7

Wow!! Love that cake!!!

See ya later…

Wedding 8

I love you, Estaban!

July 28, 2009 at 9:53 am 23 comments

Sweet Texas Heat

What a fabulous weekend! There really is no other word for it. Fabulous! Well maybe there are a few more… memorable, special, fun, and I think the kids now days are using the word “epic”… I think this qualifies.

We spent the weekend in south Texas celebrating a few amazing events. Of course the 4th of July was one, but we really didn’t celebrate it. We were too busy celebrating my Papa’s 80th birthday and my Meme and Papa’s 60th wedding anniversary. Sixty years!! What an accomplishment! And more importantly, what an inspiration!

Friday night was all about Papa. We sat in the air conditioning and had fajitas and beer and then settled down for a time to honor him. The evening began with all of the “out-laws” asking him a question. That didn’t make sense? In other words, everyone who married into the family (I think you people call them “in-laws”) had to take a slip of paper out of a bag and each slip had a question on it. They took turns asking their questions and we all listened to Papa answer. My favorite: What first attracted you to Meme? Answer: She was slim, pretty, and could dance! At least he’s honest!

Then Papa got a chance to talk. Papa doesn’t talk much. I’m not sure if it’s because he chooses not to, or if it’s because he lived in a house with three daughters and never got the chance to talk. Either way, it was a treat. He told us things about his life that we didn’t know. Turns out, he has had an extremely interesting life and there’s quite a lot we didn’t know. My Papa is one of the most genuine, honest, hard-working men I have ever met. Want proof? The thing he is most ashamed of is in 6th grade, he told his teacher to shut up. He’s 80. That’s the thing he is most ashamed of. Don’t you wish you could say that about yourself? I’m not sure that God makes men like him anymore. You can trust him with your life, but also count on him for a good corny, dirty joke every now and then. Here’s Papa at the hunting camp last Christmas. He’s a Longhorn by blood but he’s a Rice fan for a few years:


Saturday night we had a party to celebrate Meme and Papa’s anniversary. We had about 70 of their closest friends over to my aunt and uncle’s house. We all wore pink. It was a special night and I know they felt loved. Then Sunday morning, little Sophie Grace was baptized. We are all so thrilled that these three events could be celebrated on the same weekend so we could be part of it all.

South Texas is hot. Like really hot. It’s not humid so you don’t really feel like you are suffocating the way you do in Houston. But it was still over 100. We did all we could to stay inside. And the times we had to be outside, we made sure to stay hydrated with cold beer. We spent part of Saturday evening outside but God blessed us with a bit of a breeze. I don’t think I broke a sweat. Well, that’s actually not saying much. I don’t think Stephen broke a sweat. That’s saying much.

We headed home yesterday afternoon. We were uplifted and refreshed. And then we walked into our house. It was hot. Hotter than south Texas. We turned down the thermostat and sat under the ceiling fans. After about 20 minutes I realized that my legs were sticking to our leather couch and the house wasn’t feeling any better. I got a bad feeling. You know those bad feelings? I mean it’s not unusual for it to take 30+ minutes to cool down the house on a hot July day, but I just felt like something wasn’t right. We mumbled and grumbled and went around feeling air vents. Air was coming out, but it didn’t feel very cold. Oh sweet irony. We sat outside on July 4th and felt perfectly comfortable, but in the supposed comfort of our own homes, we were sweating buckets. (Well I wasn’t, I was just a bit sticky. But you know what I mean.)

This is the second time our AC had stopped cooling since we moved into Hurst Castle. Naturally, both times were in the heat of summer. To all of you who have just purchased a house or are looking to purchase a house: This is why you get a home warranty and RENEW it each year. Hypothetically, if our AC is broken, we only pay $55. That’s it. No matter what is wrong, we only pay $55. So there will be no sleepless nights from us, stressing over money. We spent last night in the guest room at my parent’s house. Between Stephen hogging the bed and Rookie trying to get comfortable on the floor, I only slept about 4 hours. But at least I wasn’t awake thinking about money. See, my glass is half full!

July 6, 2009 at 9:20 am 10 comments


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