Crispy Cookies & The Blame Game

First, I'll start out by saying I'm sorry for such sporadic posting lately. My new class is atrocious and I'm struggling to maintain my GPA.
On top of that, there has been turmoil at work; my boss was fired without warning. She was a good boss. No, let me reiterate, a GREAT boss. Probably one of the best bosses I've ever worked for in my life. It was shocking, and scary. My company is closely related to the financial industry, and with all the shit hitting the fan, I expected us to have some fall out, but...
Anyways, on top of that, I was assured that my position was safe, in fact, I was asked to take on some extra responsibilities and am now being trained on some new software and will be doing a different part of the job, in addition to my current stack of stuff. I don't mind the extras, it tells me that they see me as capable and competent. It's just been, well, hectic.
The icing on the cake is last night, as I prepared to cook dinner for the Wifester and myself, I did the stupidest thing. No, I didn't cast an early vote for McCain. OK, so I did the penultimate intelligent thing. Here, let me show you what I mean:

Ah, feel the burn? I sure as hell did!
Let me tell you about it. See, we have a stove with a wonky burner, in which I mean, the coiley-eye part tends to pop out of the socket thingy and wobble, making it awkward to cook on. It truly drives me nuts. So being somewhat hurried, as I was last night, I turned the burner on, turned my back on the stove and grabbed a pan, turned back around and then noticed that the burner was lopsided, and promptly reached down to plug it firmly into place...That's when I heard the sound of me, being cooked! Immediately after that, the synapses had aparently fired enough to signals to finally tell me "This HURTS LIKE HELL!" I peeled my hand off of the burner and commenced to littering the kitchen with expletatives that would make Andrew Dice Clay blush. These are the times that I'm most appreciative to be married to a nurse.
So here I sit, hunting and pecking, like a keyboard novice. Fingers throbbing. I need a flat top stove. Or a gas range.
Yeah. So on to what has me ranting today...
I was reading an article from the Boston Globe, about how the Republicans are trying to pin voter fraud cases on Obama. It discusses the ACORN group saying that they have come under fire for irregularities in at least eight states, including Nevada, where voter cards for the starting lineup of the Dallas Cowboys were turned in to local election officials. They also say that McCain's campaign" has been trumpeting links between the organization and Obama dating back 13 years". The link? When Obama was a lawyer, in private practice in 1995, he and two other lawyers from his firm represented ACORN in a successful suit that forced the state of Illinois to comply with a federal law that made it easier to register to vote.


Never did they mention that on four occasions in the past when ACORN was accused of voter fraud, there were 300 persons registered as Republican voters posing as ACORN employees across the country turning in obviously falsified voter registration cards bearing such names as "Jive Turkey" and "Colonel Sanders". They also neglected to inform their readers that in battleground states, thousands of registrations are being purged for no legitimate reason. The majority of which, were the registrations of Democrats.
The truly sickening partg is that these people are throwing up Red Flags and claiming acts of sabotage that were actually conducted by themselves, then trying to place blame on someone else. It doesn't surprise me though. Just makes me want to puke.
And everytime I hear this Ayers connection talk? I want to yell, "but McCain's Veep is sleeping with a member of an anti-American seperatist party who wants to secede from the United States and who's motto is "Alaska First" and Sarah Palin herself, spoke at and welcomed this group earlier this year. Telling them what a great job they were doing". But that's never brought up. She's the one with America's best interest at heart. Sure.

The National Debt is too Big for it's Britches?

Recall in September 2000, during President Clinton’s last year in office, the National Debt Clock had the reverse problem. It was shut down because “it started ticking in the opposite direction, shaving off roughly $30 a second.”

The Great Schlep

The Great Schlep aims to have Jewish grandchildren visit their grandparents in Florida, educate them about Obama, and therefore swing the crucial Florida vote in his favor. Don’t have grandparents in Florida? Not Jewish? No problem! You can still become a schlepper and make change happen in 2008, simply by talking to your relatives about Obama.

I've Gone Pink!

Thanks to Reb, who told me about going pink for the month of October, in honor of breast cancer month, I've decided to follow suit and do the same. I guess we've all been touched by someone in our lives who has suffered this terrible illness, and we all wish we could have spared them the pain, suffering, and fear that they faced. 1 in 8 women will be diagnosed with breast cancer in her lifetime. ONE in EIGHT.
I'm not a research scientist, and I am no chemist, so working with what I can, the only thing left for me to do to help fight this killer of women is to promote education and treatment. I firmly believe that well informed people make much better decisions and are less susceptible to physical ailments and are more apt to seek medical treatment sooner than those who are inadequately informed. When breast cancer is found early, the 5-year survival rate is 98%. That's huge!

The National Breast Cancer Foundation has a great tool for helping you set up an early detection plan.

Here's an interesting Podcast on the subject of how politics affect cancer.

And here's some info. on breast cancer screening and genetic screening.

I hope you'll check it out, and possibly consider going PINK this month too!