I appologize from the begining for the distasteful reference to the wizard of oz, it is one of the creaper book series that i ever read as a kid (and the second movie is still among those movies that i hate to watch…too similar to nightmares that i have) anyways, after a week long escape from reality, aka writing papers and generally working my ass off, i am oming upon this wonderful holiday season where we celebrate the conquering of this nation, Thanksgiving (ps…for those out there who hate the truth of the matter, sorry but i’m not responsible for the truth, i just prefer it over lies). Anyways, i do love thanksgiving, it is one of my favorite holidays, where else do you get to sit down with your family and consume a large ammount of food prior to stealing all the desserts from the adult table and sit at the kids table hording it (ok, yes i still sit at the kids table, but so do most of my cousins who are older than me and have kids themselves…and the youngest who sits at the kids table is my baby brother, who is 23)(my cousin’s kids get sucked up into sitting with at the adult table, even if they don’t want too…my aunts and uncles are trying to resist me and my cousins corrupting their grandkids (my second cousins)). Tis the season where the fine art of stealing desserts from the table to sneak back to kids table has become more of an art than decorating grandmaws christmas tree after the meal (which is a sad little tree now, which disappointed all of us last year…so grandmaw got a bigger one this year) the sad part about the dessert stealing is that we don’t even have to be sneaky anylonger, all we have to really do is send in a distraction (ie…me ussually), and then one of my brothers and one of my cousins walked in and takes two desserts each…amd every time we get yelled at but don’t care;-) Looking forward to good times coming up this week, relaxing and goofing off between working on huge projects.

back to life, at least for a little bit, this last week kicked my ass up and down the block, i was not a happy camper when finished, and i have a few more projects to work on. The biggest and most pressing is a paper which i am writing over infanticide in edinburgh from 1713-1721…if there has ever been a reason to understand why a woman should have the right to choose how to control their body, this would be the example. I won’t go into the debate over abortion rights, but seeing how these women were treated by men because they had no choices (or men controled the choices of women’s bodies) within society to go to is down right frightening; no one can tell me that it won’t happen again because of modern laws and religious beliefs beacuse of moral standards because edinburgh supposively had them also and i have at least half a dozen broadsides on the execution of these women because of this religious and lawful center of civilization. If i get enough support, i might publish the paper to the blog when i am finished unless i am able to get it published into a journal somewhere, where i would be sure to leave a link to the journal so others can find it. As a man, i have no right to decide a woman’s right to her body, and no matter what my beliefs might be about what she does, it is still her body to make decisions about…which is why i believe a woman should have a right to choose. please don’t use this blog as an angry forum to bash me because of what i believe is a choice, if something came up regarding my own gender’s reproductive rights or something to do to our bodies which some might think immoral, then i will fight for myself and my choices, but on the same note i fall into the beleif that woman can make the same decisions regarding their own bodies and that i cannot choose for them, only give them a choice. and no, i don’t think i am wishy-washy on the topic as some of my hardline friends are, i just have no right to tell others what to do. Willing to give advice, yes, tell someone what to do, not anymore.

well i better pretend that i am doing something productive today, back to grading again, but hopefully i can write again today when i get home or to post a few things that i have written in the past.