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

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~

How Much Is Your Comment Worth?

Comment For A Cause

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)

October, it’s so nice to meet you

 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

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.

Woman Genius, Man Squeamish

For the Ladies

For the Ladies

This entry is for the ladies.
Men, if you read it, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
(exclamation point to the tenth degree)
(seriously, I WARNED YOU, no whining)

I’ve got it.
It only took 30 some odd years to come up with the perfect verbal rebuttal system against all things boy/man whine.
 But I’ve got it now.
I am locked and loaded.

Now, I wouldn’t throw out random verbal prescriptions to the ladies without putting said system through a rigorous beta testing phase first, so I can assure, this system works, 99.9% of the time. In fact, after a four week clinical trial with my very own lab rat who I shall identify as Robert aka “The Husband” my success rate is smoking red effective.

Sooo……to explain. You all know how men can be sorta big babies about things right? Prone to whiner moments, a bit dramatic over things us ladies typically go, ya? so whats the big deal? It’s common knowledge a woman can swiffer sweep the house, do three loads of laundry, wash windows and juggle 3 children on her hip at the same time she has a 104 degree temp and only pauses to throw up occasionally— while a man with a slight sniffle will dive onto the nearest couch and text message the closest estrogen to retrieve the remote 5 feet away…ya know, cause he’s got a sniffle. (if your male, and you’re reading this, please review the first paragraph again)  Well gather around, I have a solution.

Dialogue from the Clinical Trial:

Lab Rat: “I think my elbow hurts from picking up that box the other day.”
My response: “I have the worst cramps today, like a chainsaw massacre in my pelvis.”
Results~ A slight look of perplexed confusion followed by a no reply retreat. No mention of the elbow again.

Lab Rat: ” My back hurts, mind giving me a back rub?”
My Response: “Sure, but first will you run to the store and buy some tampons? I’m out.”
Results~ A sputter. A mutter. Another withdrawal. Neither request was honored.

Lab Rat: “I just don’t feel like working today.”
My Response: “I think having a period should be like the olden days when ladies got to lounge in a red tent and be honored for her womb. What do you think? No working for me while I renew each month?”
Results~ Hands thrown up in the air, quick about face and off to work he went. I think I’ll still lobby for that renewel vacation.

Lab Rat: “I’m in a bad mood, so and so pissed me off on that conference call.”
My Response: “I’m full of rampant unpredictable hormones that are prone to crying jags or hateful thoughts because I’m about to start my period…I’m sorry, why were you in a bad mood?”
Results~ Blank stare. Took three steps back, did an about face and went away mumbling sumthin’. I can’t be sure, but I believe it instantly took his mind off his bad conference call. Soooooo sweet of me.

Lab Rat: “Ohhh Ohhhh, I got a paper cut!!!!!”
My Response: “If it bleeds for 7 days we can discuss it.”
Results~ A bit of revulsion and I believe he responded, “Good hell, don’t put those images into my mind!!” I classify it a successful bit of perspective.

 And so on……..

However, with any good prescription and clinical trial, the warnings and possible side effects must be disclosed. There is only one and I’ve decided I can live with it.

Rebecca: “Whats wrong with you? You seem quiet today.”
Lab Rat: “I’m not telling you.”
Rebecca: “Why not? Whats up?
Lab Rat: “If I tell you anything you’ll say, cramps, or menstruation or mention tampons or childbirth, things no man wants to ever think about, so I admit nothing!”
Rebecca: “When you end a sentence with such finality you should pause and say period!”

Ya know, I was skeptical about this whole ‘Wife’ gig for some time, but I really think I’m getting the hang of it!! Use the power of verbal persuasion wisely. Think of it as shooting bullets from a six shooter, only point at what you are willing to silence, period.

 Bleeding Heart Disclaimer: no living specimens were physically or emotionally harmed during this clinical trial. Bouts of laughter and good smiles were observed, but we are of the belief that’s never a bad thing.