I made it through the State of the Union address last night. The speech itself was a typical Trump speech, which means it wasn’t a speech at all. It was the same as always, a Trump celebration full of alternative facts. Sorry, this is too good to let go!
Yesterday at AGT (America got Talent) the female judge Mel B. got up and threw water at Simon Cowell. That wasn’t a first; she and Heidi Klum have done it before. Whenever the ladies are lost for words or don’t have a smart reply, they chose to throw a temper tantrum like little kids in Kindergarten.
“Aren’t the clouds beautiful? They look like big balls of cotton… I could just lie here all day, and watch them drift by… If you use your imagination, you can see lots of things in the cloud formations… What do you think you see, Linus?”
It is the truth. I think I don’t have it all together, there seems to be a major piece missing. The filter, the one, that goes between brain and mouth, I must have lost it. It’s gone.
I think I found my style when I was in my mid 30’s. That was the age, when I was finally comfortable with myself and confident enough to think outside the box.
I don’t let magazines or trends dictate what I wear, or what I have to like. I was just joking around “is not having a style a style?” Now, in my 50’s, I am the most confident I have ever been.