It started with an inauguration that came with a price tag of $153 million. Next came an $819 billion “stimulus” (maybe that was what he was talking about when he referred to “lipstick on a pig”). Republicans stepped up in the House; every single one voted NO on the Generational Theft Act of 2009, proving they might actually have a spine after all. It gets better.
To celebrate the big win, Obama threw a White House bash. The menu? Vodka martinis and Wagyu steak.
Yep. You read it right. In case you didn’t know, Wagyu steak (also known as Kobe beef) goes for no less than $90 a pound. I’ve had it before; it’s the most incredible steak I’ve ever had. But I was on a date with a girl who had a trust fund and I wasn’t the President of the United States trying to solve an economic crisis that’s set to outstrip the 1982 recession. We also weren’t serving the entire White House staff, 48 politicians AND THEIR SPOUSES at a swank cocktail party after declaring this the “new era of responsibility.”
But wait…there’s more!
After saying the following in Oregon…
“We can’t drive our SUVs and eat as much as we want and keep our homes on 72 degrees at all times…and then just expect that other countries are going to say OK…That’s not leadership. That’s not going to happen.”
…And saying this in Washington…
“Because of what? Because of some ice? We’re going to have to apply some flinty Chicago toughness to this town. I’m saying that when it comes to the weather, folks in Washington don’t seem to be able to handle things.”
…The word is that Obamessiah cranks up the White House thermostat to 78 degrees. According to David Axelrod, The One’s senior adviser, “he’s from Hawai’i, okay? He likes it warm!” I love how he leads by example. While my roommates and I turn the heat down and carry big, fuzzy blankets around to stay warm (there’s a reason why I love my pink bunny slippers), the President is spending my tax dollars on his heating bill and outrageous parties. Great leadership skills, there, Mr. President!
I’m cranky. I need a martini. Make it with Vodka.
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airforcewife // January 29, 2009 at 2:49 pm
I read this earlier while I was in bed, under a sheet, a fleece blanket, two thermal blankets, a down comforter, and a woven bedspread. You see, I’m from California. I get cold.
I also have to pay my own heating bills, though, so that thermostat stays at 65 in the winter.
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Steve // January 29, 2009 at 3:14 pm
Thanks AFW,
My brother hates me because here in the midwest, keeping the Therm at 65 is horrendous.
My response is, “put on some sweatpants or a sweatshirt.”
I hate gas bills. HATE.
melmaguire // January 29, 2009 at 3:53 pm
It got down to freezing here in AZ last night and we didn’t have the heat on at all. My cat was under the covers with me, something she does not usually do. I feel bad for you guys in areas where the ice is piling up.
John in CA // January 29, 2009 at 4:07 pm
Well, you all will really hate my guts.
My power bill is anywhere from $15 to $17 per month every month.
It’s not as good as it seems. The gas is included in the rent. I can’t stand it at 65 degrees. I keep it at 75.
airforcewife // January 29, 2009 at 6:23 pm
Mel, I’m afraid to leave my heat any lower than 65, because that’s when the pipes in this area start bursting.
One burst two houses down from me a week or so ago (the house is a foreclosure – also, we live in a townhouse) and no one noticed until a literal river froze coming out of the backyard. My next door neighbor, whose house touches that one, lived in fear his sump pump was going to bust during the crisis.
Busted pipes – AFW’s second biggest nightmare.
airforcewife // January 29, 2009 at 6:24 pm
I forgot to mention, though, if AFG is not home and it is cold, I usually have two kids and a dog in bed with me. The other dog goes and finds a less crowded venue.
Keeps it warmer.