Sometimes 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)))))

Today 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.

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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Sometimes 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~

Click Here, on this picture, I've gone techy and it'll link ya over to ~~>Comment For A Cause

Take a deep breath…close your eyes…no, scratch that, don’t close your eyes, I need you to read this. Ok, lets try this again, deep breath, say a few Oommmss and then try a wooosaawww. Relax your shoulders and think for a moment about anyone you know who has been a victim of physical abuse and/or in this same sentence, breast cancer. Ok, do we have an image of someone in our minds?

Good. Now lets think about comments. They can be short, they can be long. They can be filled with coffee spitting humor or as reflective as a needed review mirror. Sometimes comments can be uplifting and sometimes they can taste like a sour apple. Comments can also make a persons day or win them a book or gift certificate. Comments tell stories and comments can do awesome cartwheels like a cheerleader (I’ve witnessed it) ……

And now……

Comments can earn money for two great causes.

Every comment from the 1st of October till the last day of October that is left on Heathers Blog, Singing With My Heart earns one quarter, that’s .25 cents per comment toward two extremely important causes

~~ The Susan G. Koman Foundation and for the
National Coalition Against Domestic Violence~~

I know, I don’t need to write anything further because you’re ready to click the link or click the picture to go make several comments. But let me just say this. It’s for a good cause! 4 comments makes a buck for charity. Why wouldn’t you do it? Huh? Huh? Just curious of course, but, huh? (I’m watchin you) You could just comment, “Rebecca made me do it” then grin, and run for it. Or, you could get really into racking up the comment bucks and win yourself a 25 DOLLAR gift certificate to Amazon.

Comments on this Post are closed, because, I’d appreciate it sooo much, if you went over to Heathers and left a comment, any comment, need an idea? Leave this comment….”Rebecca made me do it”

~Thank You~
And to answer my own question
Comments are priceless
(plus one quarter)

 Yesterday brought the first day of October and with that new date an impressive show of bone chilling cold to Idaho. Well hello Mr. Fall/Winter you sorta kicked Summer and her blazing warm panties off her September soapbox, now didn’t ya. I’m ok with that because I was pretty tired of wearing my warm weather clothing and hats all the time. Plus my favorite pair of flip-flops broke on Tuesday, so that was a decent time to say buh-bye to Summer.

Kate in the Red Kilt

I spent the last official weekend of warm weather outside with my family listening to beautiful music and watching lots and lots of men in kilts walking around. At this point I totally get the historical romance novels and why those buxom babes swoon over their Highland scoundrels. A guy in a kilt is rather sexy.

Of course, my Mother who plays the bagpipes and my daughter who plays the snare drum were also in kilts, but for a lady it can’t be sexy (especially family), so it’s just cool. Watching Kaitlyn perform next to all the big giant men in kilts is jaw dropping for me personally, as the El Mommasun. She always looks so teenie tiny, which she is of course, because she’s only 5 feet 1 whole inch. My other daughter Shelby is a short shrimp as well at 5 feet 2 whole inches. The fact I, who is tall enough not to personally know a single female taller than me, is perplexed by my short daughters. Genetically speaking, they should have been at least 5 foot plus 8 inches or more…….

Yesterday Provocation of Mine experienced another 404-error blackout for an estimated 5 hours. I know the world kept spinning for everyone else, but for me, I have learned certain lessons when it comes to messing with webspace in ones domain administration page. To put it simple, don’t touch things. In fact, just stay away from the interior bowels, don’t even sign in to look around. Basically, I humbly swear, never to touch a damn thing again…for I am undeniably voodoo cursed.

That’s it, that’s all I’ve got for today. I wish everyone a happy and enjoyable October.