Alive, but infected with the Niche thing…

~The Outdooress~

Long time no write, ehh….Although, honestly, that’s nothing unusual in the repotoire of how I blog.

Disappearing for months on end has been one of the blog conditions I’ve come down with many times over my years of blogging. It’s sort of like getting a fever, one must lay low for awhile, regroup, and start again with a renewed system.

Usually when I go blog quiet, I’m off doing my little adventures, leaping mountains with a single bound or swimming across rivers in the pursuit of dimpled water.

This time my reasons for absence is pure adulterous blog behavior. I’ve been cheating on Provocation with a new blog I created to capture all my outdoor experiences.

I started my new site for several reasons. First the idea was planted in my mind by someone who writes in the outdoor field and he encouraged me to step up to the water line. Second, it made sense. I spend the vast majority of my time outdoors. For me, it’s a way of life and because of it’s niche like details, I didn’t write about it often on this blog. Here at Provocation I’ve occasionally mentioned when had been off on a week long hiking trip, or fly fishing for trout in some remote place, but on the whole, I understand my way of life isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, so I’ve kept it minimal and played down the best I could.

The thing is, I’ve always been as drawn to the outdoors as I am to writing, but I’ve neglected combining the two this entire time.  Now I am and I’m really enjoying it. In fact, I wish I had been doing it all these years. The short amount of time I’ve put into placing my outdoor observations into blog form has been extremely welcomed within the outdoor community. I’ve been offered some incrediable opportunities and I’m pursuing all my newly discovered options.

Maybe, just maybe, all these years as I’ve struggled to find purpose and direction for my writing, the answer was waiting patiently in my fly fishing creel the whole (damn) time.  I may have finally found my niche in this big old world.

If you would like to take a peek ~ The new blog link ~ The Outdooress

As for mentioning my new writing niche here, I understand what I’m doing over there is an individual type lifestyle and certainly not for everyone which is why I’ll need my Provocation. When I watch a woman walking down the street with a squirrel purse in one hand and a shit-zoo on a diamond leash hanging from the other, I must have an outlet for such moments or I’ll burst with observational notations that stack up in my mind ~

Messages For Every Occasion as well….

Finding my balance,
Rebecca Anne

Moving Along With Some Changes

“Eighteen days” said the feed status since the last time I wrote in this corner of the Internet Highway. Is that a sad display of blog love or is it a clear sign of neglect? Either way,  thankfully this blog can’t call me in or report me to a blog neglect site (that I know of anyway) Can you imagine if our blogs have a voice? Rights? A say in how things went down? I shudder to think! Provocation would be one of the first blogs seized and shuffled into a blog foster care system.

~Outta Here~

~Outta Here~

Basically I’ve been off in Rebecca LaLa Lands with a side of absorbing changes, packing up my house to move, pondering the direction of my next 10 years, and writing where my writing dictated I go, which is a different location. When I go into overloaded mode, I tend to shut down non-major artery systems and it seems, this aspect of my life is the first to go, typically. Ehhh, enough of that……

I’m moving, houses that is (no more blog moves, evvahher)

Who knew moving would uncover a hundred things I thought long gone. As I pack up each day I find myself going, “Oh hell, so that’s where I put that” and “Oh, why do I even have this…donation time!” The worst exclaim that can be heard at my soon to be deserted home is “OMG - Get the hazard suit, the dust bunnies have been located and they have been breeding.” I’ve confirmed that what you don’t see, can’t hurt you and ignorance is dust particle bliss.

There’s a reason I’m a strict creature of habit. I like having my things exactly where I want them and having my life in boxes is not such a great feeling. Although I’m excited to move into the new digs, this grey zone is grade A torture. I know some people who move on a yearly basis and at this point, I can’t even comprehend how they do it. I’ve lived in this house for 8 years (creature of habit) which is evidenced by the dust bunny population.

Until I get finished moving, get unpacked, get resettled and all Rebecca cozy and comfy, posting on this site and interaction on the Internet will continue to be minimum at best. I take comfort in my complete and total trust in the fact this world will continue chugging along it’s merry way without me. I know this because I have not achieved world domination as of yet and no one is counting on me in the least. It’s good to be a nobody ~

And Lastly. Over my years of blogging I have exchanged addresses with many people from the Internet world. I’ve sent things afar in the mail and received some great notes and letters back. My address is changing so I decided to do something I probably should have done a long time ago. I purchased myself a private personal mailbox. If those that have my address could revise to this new address, that would be great. If you didn’t have my address and want to send me a hello in a real live mailbox, well, here ya go! I might feel better about my 70 dollars for 6 months mailbox purchase if I actually get something in the mail (grin)

New Address;
Rebecca Anne
3527 S. Federal Way, Ste 103, #221
Boise, Idaho
83705

P.S. I don’t live there so attempting any form of cyber stalker might be tricky. The guy that runs the place looks like he could kick some ass. Ya know, just thought I should mention that.

Huggable with an armful of Niche Sympathy

huggingSometimes those who blog inadvertently become ‘authorities’ on certain subject matters by what they write. Now moi, me, El Rebeccason, who writes random nonsense and who is lacking a niche, blogging identity and official technorati category is the least likely person to earn authority on anything. Normally, I’m just not that kind of girl.

However, it seems my wee little blog, one entry only, is rising to the top of google search terms about hugging and I’m not sure what to do with the hug responsibility.

Lets look at the inquires ~As a google refresher, the words in pink are the verbatim search term………

Pullman, Washington arrived from google.com on “When did huggable become social grace? « Provocation Of Mine (d)” by searching for is it good to be a huggable man?.
Arlington, Texas arrived from google.com on “When did huggable become social grace? « Provocation Of Mine (d)” by searching for I rarely hug..
Toronto, Ontario arrived from google.com on “When did huggable become social grace? « Provocation Of Mine (d)” by searching for hugs and pressing cheeks.
Waynesboro, Tennessee arrived from google.com on “When did huggable become social grace? « Provocation Of Mine (d)” by searching for do like when men hug you or is it to personal breasts.
Staten Island, New York arrived from google.com on “When did huggable become social grace? « Provocation Of Mine (d)” by searching for ass stuck out hug.
Santee, California arrived from google.com on “When did huggable become social grace? « Provocation Of Mine (d)” by searching for man who asks for a hug and then is cold and stiff.
Pearl River, New York arrived from google.com on “When did huggable become social grace? « Provocation Of Mine (d)” by searching for breasts pressing hugs.
And so on and so on and so on………………………..

I should write a book and become a leading authority on the art of hugging. I know what it feels like when you would rather sprint to the nearest dentist (and god knows I hate the dentist) than get trapped by snake arms, or I could publish an e-book about how not to stick ones ass out when ensnared in anothers arms. I’ve lived on both sides of the hugging coin since I was first a hug resistant cringer and second I’ve been in ‘learn to embrace the hug’ training.

When I look at the search terms my heart really does go out to people. I realize those that hug naturally probably have no idea what the big deal is because they can swoop in like hug angels and embrace anything with a pulse and radiate love and emotions while smiling a mile wide. Some of us weren’t born with the hug skills, we freeze up like a glacier ice pack. We actually have to consciously work at it…

It seems people used to work on their hand shake. Whats wrong with the hand shake? I’m good with those, no issues, no fears, nice firm grasp, great eye contact, friendly smile, and respectable shake. If I had a vote in this matter I would absolutely make hand shaking the renewed sensation and hugging so last year, but I don’t and it does appear hugging is the new social rage. Time to embrace the uncomfortable ye huggophobics.

As for those examples of search terms, it’s future google travelers lucky day, I’ll answer those questions because I am a proxy authority, one who has walked the barren lands of hug dodging and arm ducking.
1) is it good to be a huggable man?. YES! Specifically with your lady and children. As for everyone else, only a few men can carry the full time huggable persona without becoming a touchy feelie leech. Don’t cross the fine line ~
2) I rarely hug. No one should hold this against you. Hugging, although a social rave, is not mandatory~
3) hugs and pressing cheeks Both? I’d say, only by accident or with someone I’d take a bullet for ~
4) do like when men hug you or is it to personal breasts This sentence reads like you tossed in the breast potential as an afterthought. I think it depends on the huggable man. Some men convey comfort while others seem to delight in the zero space suffocation style. Simply put, if he grabs your ass, smack em, he’ll love it ~
5) ass stuck out hug HA!! SEE!! I’m not the only one. You have come to sympathetic lands here dear wayward traveler. If you want to avoid the ass stuck out to the West or East coast maneuver, you must remain upright. No unhinging at the hips. It’s very uncomfortable and allows for meshed bodies, but if you can remain locked at the hips, I’m told the quality of the hug goes up tenfold. Deep air intake helps ~
6)man who asks for a hug and then is cold and stiff. Don’t hold it against him! He could be locked at the hips like the prior example, he could be attempting not to come across as a leech, he could be untrained in the art of hugging (ok maybe he doesn’t like you, but try the prior justifications out first)~
7) breasts pressing hugs Unavoidable without the ass stuck out maneuver which I hear deducts major huggability points off your hug quality rating. I’ve learned to just go with it, I suggest, go with the flow, let them press. Unlocking your shoulders and hunching them forward helps a bit on the breast protection front. If the hug is for another lady she won’t care, if it’s for a guy, it just might be the highlight of his day. Who knows….

(((((This Hug is for You)))))

A Message Via Guest Post

141Today I wrote a guest post for Heathers Blog, Singing With My Heart. <~~The Link

I wrote it in honor of Octobers Domestic Violence Awareness Month and it is my hope that those who are witnesses of violence, or will be witnesses of violence in the future, find my experience one they can learn from.

Comments for a Cause is still in effect at her blog, so please remember, by commenting on my guest post, or any post, you earn 25 cents towards two important charities, Domestic Violence and Breast Cancer. The money earned already has been fantastic and I’ll continue to help Heather reach her charitable goals.

With gratitude and appreciation, I thank you now for your time, your support and your comment (and quarters) generosity.

Some People Are Not Every People

First, I would like to thank, BIG THANK YOU, all the people who visited my last entry and went over to Heathers to comment for a cause. I was beyond thrilled, heart warmed and excited by the response. Thank You so much!
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peaceSometimes it’s a public incident that gets feathers ruffled and a blanket outcry of generalization happens…For example, Kanye West and his most memorable stage performance, ever, Swiftly evolved into “where have manners gone, people have become so rude, kids haven’t been raised with morals and America is in decline.” OH Hello, say again? A spoiled, rude rapper who has always been so full of himself you can practically smell the stench of shit on his nose as a result of  having his head up his own arse, is the yardstick of humanity? I beg to differ.

Ok, so some people might bring up the tennis match temper tantrum or the (extremely out of line) liar moment. I’ll agree, those are also examples of two more people displaying bad manners. But what I refuse to concur with is that all people are therefore guilty by assosication because we live in the same country as these people. Alright, alright, I know there are other examples of rudeness (ugliness,vileness, badness etc) out there. And?

I still believe people, the majority of people, are wonderful. To believe otherwise would be purchasing into a general assumed consensus (lemming effect) and getting in line for that thought process would be like lining up for an infectious disease shot. Here’s a dose of Swine Flu, enjoy, it’s the current popular trend……to which I say, thank you for offering generalization, but no thank you~ See how easy it is to display good manners?

Not all people generalize, and I’m happy to say I personally know more people who don’t participate in sweeping assumptions than those that do. I consider that further proof not all people are every people. I do know someone who is a chronic generalizer and it drives me crazy. He makes ‘all people have gone to hell’ remarks on a regular basis and I take it upon myself to argue every single sweep he makes. The way I see it, if I didn’t fight it, his ideas…the type that circled around the West/Swift episode saying Ah Ha! See! Everyone is rude these days! it would become an epidemic.

Him: Did you see that?! People are so rude!
Me: No, not all people are rude, that person was rude.

Him: I hate watching the news, it’s all murder and crime. This world has gone to hell.
Me: No, the world hasn’t gone to hell, but those two people should.

Him: Did you see that kid? Kids are selfish and spoiled these days.
Me: Are you saying mine are? Or so and so? Or so and so, or so and so? That one child was having a bad moment.
Him: No, not yours, but most are.
Me: You insult my children and millions of other wonderful kids with your first statement.

Him: No one reads books anymore, it’s all about TV and Internet.
Me: I read books, I know you read books, so why do say ‘no one,’ it makes you sound ignorant.

The way I see it, something can apply to someone somewhere. But nothing is everything to everyone. Words have immeasurable power and casually using broad statements like, “Everyone, all people, no one, all of them, people are, etc.” perpetuates assumptions, giving strength to negative generalization and I deplore that sort of movement.

Just something to consider today~

Or, if that was too heavy and you were hoping for a bit of laughter and light banter, I will give you this. Last weeks hands down winning Google search to stumble upon my blog.
 ”"how to convert a whoring mentality into a wholesome wife mentality?”"
~I hope whoever she/he was, found solid inspiration and wifey wisdom within my blog pages~