five guys, filet mignon, and frustration

This weekend was just superb...really...well, almost all of it...

Beautiful day Saturday, and finished it off by taking our sweet adopted family of blondes to tour the Aviation Hangar at the Sheriff's Office. The little girls are always curious to see where Nick spends some of his time :) Pilot Kevin looked just like Maverick on Top Gun (minus the aviators). When I told him this, he blushed. Precious!

I know what your thinking. Why are we so cute?

Sunday, while I was grocery shopping at Publix, I stumbled upon two gorgeous filets that were just screaming my name. We never buy filets. Ever. That kind of moo-la just isn't in the Dittman grocery fund, but tonight was special, and I thought Nick deserved a super delish dinner since he's been working like a crazy man. So, in the cart they went, and I said to myself. "Serious wife points are in my future."

Later that evening, I was in my element, friends. My kitchen makes me happy, and I feel most alive when I'm sauteing, sipping on a glass of red, and smooth jazz is playing in the back ground. I was super psyched to welcome my man home to a beautiful dinner made with major TLC. On the menu: filet of beef with a butter/garlic reduction, roasted red potato's, fresh broccoli, and bread, with strawbery shortcake for dessert :) I know, I'm kinda fabulous.

Since he had worked hard all day, and didn't stop for breakfast, or lunch, he and the boys picked up Five Guys on the way home.

Five Guys!

He had a burger (and a good one I might add) but really?? Five Guys! When I had prepared a beautiful, and perfect dinner??

He sat with me while I ate, feeling badly of coarse, but my appetite had vanished. What girl wants to eat a fabulous dinner alone? He did slice off a tiny piece of steak, and eat a few potato's, but truly just wasn't hungry.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I wonder whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?

So, hurt, and annoyed I retreated to our bedroom to sulk. After all, I had the right to be.

It was about this time that I felt the Lord tug on my heart. I pushed Him away. "Not now, God. I kinda just want to be pissed. Later?" I felt Him again. This time I decided to be quiet, and still. In that moment, I was gently reminded of my own human nature. Yeah, I had a right to be annoyed, but I had to let it go. If this had happened 5 years earlier, you would have heard a very different story from this girl. I would have went off on Nick Dittman, and end up falling asleep angry.

Over time, and through the many high's and low's of life that we've experienced together, we have grown, and matured a lot. Hallelu! Life is too short to fight the little things. In the end, I know his heart, and he knows mine. So yes, have your moment, throw a fit, and get it out of your system, but in the end...kiss and make up because it's really not that big of a dealio. So, instead of going to bed mad, I silently thanked my God for a husband that works hard to provide for our family, no matter what.

And made sure to remind him that he had "the best leftovers of all time" in the fridge...wink wink :)

Happy Monday, friends!
Love to you,
K

monday blue's

Today is Monday.

Ew. I don't even like the word.

So like most working 9-5 people...I'm just not feeling it...plus, I have a 3 hour math class right after work on Monday and Wednesday. Catch my drift?

So, to add fuel to my already moody Monday self...one of my MALE coworkers decided to tell me that my super cute outfit (emphasis mine) reminded him of something. In my head, I'm thinking, "What could it be?" I mean I know I'm lookin' summer fresh sporting my dark denim wash skirt, lime stripes and coral polish. After a few minutes, my smile quickly faded when he proceded to show me the image on his phone.

In other words...I look like a can of Barbasol.

And with that, I say peace OUT to this day!

Mad love,
The Barb Babe

happy birthday, lex

Alexa Rae came into the world on May, 2, 1990. From the moment she was born, she was a character.

She had a pink spot on her forehead that turned fluorescent when she cried, or got really mad. This made me laugh, which made her even more mad.

She loved to tell stories with such enthusiasm...even when she was just learning to talk. My favorite home video is after one of her first trips to the beach. She was running in circles with her crazy blonde hair plastered to her sweaty pink forehead wearing her lavender carebear night gown, and trying her best to tell us all about the sand, and the waves, and how the salt water burned her eyes. You can't understand a word she's saying, and you hear my Dad in the back ground saying, "Tell me all about it A-Rae."

My Mom use to worry that she would have hideous hair when she was older because she could never seem to fix it right. She called it Barbie hair.

She believed anything I told her.

Once, I had a bad dream, and told her that a monster was hiding under our bunk bed, and he would eat her if she didn't climb up to the top bunk, and sleep with me. She did.

Alexa see's good in everyone. No matter who, she will find a good quality...even if it's hidden.

She has the unique ability to read people. This still amazes me, and humbles me.

She taught me how to tie a scarf, and when I need more eye make-up, or better accessories to really make a statement with an outfit.

She is giving.

She can't cook to save her life, and set off her smoke alarm the first week in her new apartment making fish sticks. Love her.

She is cultured.

She is gracious, kind, and exemplifies compassion, and mercy.

Today she turns 22.

I love you dearly, Alexa Rae. Thank you for being you, and being my friend, and being born, and being lovely, and just having really pretty hair. I hope your day is filled with all things beautiful.

Always,
Your Sista