Good Hair and the Governator: Together at Last

To the right is a picture of the Govenator and Good Hair at the Inauguration of the President of Mexico. I don't remember the name of the Mexican president and I feel too lazy to look it up right now. I apologize to my readers for my slothful behavior.

Whatever.

My post has nothing to do with the picture. I just thought I'd share it with you.

Why?

I don't know.

Anyway, the temperature dropped last week and the weather is cooling off. Karen started pulling out her winter clothes, specifically sweaters to wear to work. This is humorous because the lows have been typically 65 degrees.

Probably not going to need those snow tires any time soon, Karen.

As you know I live in the part of Texas known as the Gulf Coast. We don't have seasons here. We have summer with occasional bouts of spring and fall. That's it. For this reason, when temps get below seventy people start talking about the "cold weather".

Personally, I like the cooler weather. Karen keeps the thermostat set at 82 degrees during the day while she's at work (self- centered hag).

Just because I don't have a job, or contribute anything other than my presence to the household, doesn't mean I don't have a right to the comfort of 73 degrees.

Anyway . . .

Sadie had another howling episode again last night. Karen yelled at her about "civilize people sleeping at two am".

Dude, Sadie isn't a person, she's a cat and not the most brilliant one at that. Karen can't put human expectations on her. It simply isn't fair.

Occasionally, she does the howling thing during the day while I'm trying to take a nap. I just get up, slap her across the face, and bite her on the ear (not necessarily in that order). Typically the problem is solved.

I'm tired now. I'm going to bed.

The Govenator

Before I begin, I need some help:

I can't get a picture loaded onto my profile. I even followed the direction on blogger.

Any advice???

Anyway . . .

I've been holding off on discussing this because of the fires in California. Anyway, I wish the Californians well, but now it is time to chat about The Govenator:

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,305797,00.html

You know why "marijuana isn't a drug", according to the Guvanator? Because he SMOKED POT (or smokes pot for all I know). Take a looksie at his "Pumping Iron" documentary from the seventies.

This is my biggest bitch with Schwarzenegger: it's only bad if he didn't do it. From what I've read about Mr. Schwarzenegger, there isn't much he didn't do.

I became irritated with this stuff when he was running for governor the first time and all the steroid/ orgy/ sexual harassment stuff was coming out of the woodwork and he denied it all.

I might be OK with the Govenator if he'd just said, "Ya know, the seventies were a really whacked out time. I can't believe I've survived to regret some of the stuff I used to do."

Or even, "Ya know, the seventies were a really whacked out time. I can't believe I survived some of the stuff I used to do."

But nooooooooooo, Arnold felt the need to rewrite history and turn himself into the golden child, who didn't tell Rolling Stone about his steroid use, the many orgies, and the pot.

By this definition of drug, the Governator has eliminated almost everything with the exception of meth and other chemically created substances. (Meth is chemically created, right???)

He's made cocaine, pot, and heroine OK, as they are derived from plants.

I'm not comparing pot to cocaine or heroine. In all honesty, I don't care about what other people (or cats) do in the privacy of their own homes, as long as it doesn't effect my life.

I'm just saying that anything that impairs judgement is a drug, at least in my mind.

Any thoughts on this???

Some terrorist out there has to be smiling. The Govenator just justified his product.

How ironic.