This is the way I look when I wake up. When I haven't showered, or combed my hair. When I still smell a little like me and a little like my husband. There's no coffee in my veins and no food in my belly. I haven't shaved or brushed my teeth. This is me how God made me and how cheese cake and vanilla cream lattes rounded out his image for me.
Tomorrow The Sgt.'s shop (unit) is having a summer BBQ. It's low key and comfortable. Children will be playing and food will be served. I'm going to make cookies and a cucumber salad.
The military is all about first impressions. In the military you almost always only get one. I don't do well with first impressions. I'm like a fine wine really. A wine that a first taste can come on a little strong and you aren't completely sure what it goes with or how to serve it. So you have to sip on me for a little while and maybe your a little bit drunk or maybe your a little more relaxed but that wine starts to grow on you and you find that you kind of like that wine and you may even want to serve it at your next get together. I'm that wine.
See at 6am in all my glory with no make up on or false details implied, I am completely understandable.
I am a very literal thinker and sometimes jokes don't make that much sense to me and in that I tend not to laugh when you should and this comes off rude. Other times I find that I will laugh at all the wrong times and that comes off rude. Or perhaps without thinking I will correct a person on a statement they have made and this comes of rude. Or maybe I will loose interest and turn my attention somewhere else and this comes off rude. Or maybe, well you see where this is going. For me a conversation should be easy. If someone says "Do I look fat in this dress?" and the answer is "Yes you do." than for me the correct answer should be "Yes, you do."
I do not do well with first impressions. It is the second and the third that I seem to be better at and it really isn't until perhaps the seventh or eighth that I really start to shine and somewhere around the fifteenth to twentieth people really start to love me.
So see while this portrait at 6am show me as God made me and cheese cake and vanilla cream rounded me out there is still a very large part of this portrait that is missing, and I'm a little nervous about how to present it.