The previous owners of our home were quite the horticulturists and the yard reflects their passion for it, which really shows at this time of year.
Each of these pictures was taken on Thursday afternoon in my front yard (and opens full-sized in a new window).
Yesterday I promised that my Wanton Wednesday friend’s identity would be revealed…
We hadn’t seen each other since she joined Veronica and I in Las Vegas for a few days of fun last October. While Veronica was unable to join me on this trip, I did have the pleasure of meeting her husband while I was in their neck of the woods. And he was kind enough to take this picture for us 
While she hasn’t blogged since last October, I’m happy to say that the Sexy PTA Mom is alive and well and just as naughty as ever!
*click-click*
Veronica arranged a nice little welcome home treat for me, you should check it out!
Happy HNT!
Wanton- playfully mean or cruel; causing sexual excitement
Example- taking a picture of your playmate, who is simultaneously taking a picture of herself while she deep throats your cock, so that you can share pictures with your respective spouses, who are missing out on the fun.
Come back tomorrow if you’d like to know who my friend is 
I got back to my hotel room around 8:30 Monday evening after 9 hours spent mostly on my feet and in less-than-comfortable dress shoes. For a while I waffled back and forth about whether I really wanted to go for a walk, but there was something on my mind that I just had to have.
No, it wasn’t this picture of the entrance to Disneyland, though it was on the way.
*click-click to see what I was really after*
Maybe I’ll write about Sunday night one of these days. All I’ll say for now is, it’s nice to reunite with a friend 
Lately a post entitled “Scenery” from me could just as likely be about trees or wildlife or a sunset, with my Project365 posts. But today I’m talking about a different kind of scenery, the member of the opposite sex kind…
Going to scientific conferences is always interesting in the variety of people you see. Do you stereotype the career scientist as perhaps a little disheveled, absent-minded, fashion-ignorant, maybe a little socially inept? Well, in some cases, you’d certainly be correct, but just like any other profession, the stereotype can also be oh-so-wrong.
It all started on the flight from Phoenix to Orange County Airport, or rather, when we were exiting the airplane. I was still in my seat and a young lady seated behind me was getting her poster tube from the overhead bin when it slipped from her hands and bonked me on the head. No big deal, I was fine and she apologized profusely. I had a similar poster tube and made some remark about where she might be going with that. Now I’m no dummy, so when I see the opportunity to chat with a very pretty young lady, I’ll see if she’s receptive to small talk. It turns out that she’s attending this meeting for the first time and is happy to hear from someone who’s been attending for several years. We chat for a while, until we’ve retrieved our bags and go our separate ways.
Of course, being the dumb ass that I am, I forgot to get her name 
Sunday I spent part of my day wandering the exhibit hall and poster sessions. Unlike the fairly conservative atmosphere I usually work in, it was nice to see women in skirts, dresses, and the like. Never mind the women who as sales reps for some of the exhibitors. I think some of them are more models than salespeople, in order to attract attention. Though I have to admit, it kinda works!
Seriously thought, while it’s nice to admire some of the ladies, there are some who need a little polite reminder that they’re not dressing for a night out at a club. There were a few young ladies showing a bit too much cleavage, or a a bit too much leg, or whose clothes where a bit too form-fitting, to really be taken seriously. There is dressing professionally, even dressing professionally AND looking damn good in the process, but then there is dressing slutty. And while Veronica and I have embraced the idea of being sluts or as we prefer, Sexually Festive, there is a time and a place to dress that way. A professional society meeting, where you (and more importantly, your work) is literally being judged, is not the place, however.
I almost forgot to mention, I saw the poster-tube assailant again, in the exhibit hall. Her name is Rachel, and she knows how to dress
Saturday was a long day- up early at home, get to the airport, fly from Boston to Phoenix to Orange County Airport, get to the hotel, and no sooner did I get there and I ran into some friends and co-workers who were heading to happy hour somewhere. Several drinks and dinner with an old friend, and miraculously I’m still awake at 10:45 Pacific Time. That’s 20 hours of wakefulness for those of you keeping score…
This is the view from my hotel room. I’m not sure which direction my room faces (south?) or what’s with the building with the big ass-cross on it, but I like the view!
The view inside, from the hallway outside my room on the 12th floor, is pretty good too!
Saturday morning I’m off again for my 3rd trip in a month, with 2 more on the horizon in May and another in June. This time it’s 5 days in SoCal for a conference. I’ll be pretty busy, but hope to make a new friend or two in my free time
The surefire way to be able to identify my suitcase on the baggage carousel? A neon green name tag!
Sometimes it’s nice to escape the office, drive to the local state park and sit by the boat ramp. Pretty nice view, huh?
I’m happy to say that I shot this picture using manual mode on my camera. Click on the pic to see my (not-so-good) first attempt!
[The original When Worlds Collide post can be found here. It involves Emmy, her husband Garbonzo and my office wife from grad school meeting!]
I can’t remember when I started my Facebook page (or if I did, it might have been Veronica who set up my account), but it’s always been the vanilla side of “Hubman”. Among my friends, besides many family members, there are old friends from childhood and high school, college buddies, including the guys responsible for Veronica and I meeting, and some professional colleagues.
For a while, I’ve been ignoring my Facebook account. Frankly, between blogs and my Twitter account, Facebook was just too damn boring. When I saw the Facebook group “I was gonna post a status, then I remembered I have family on faceboook..”, I knew I had to join!! At the same time, my employer started blocking a number of social networking websites. Recently they lifted some of those website restrictions and I can visit Facebook from work, so I’ve starting using it again. A quick visit to see what some friends are up to and leave comment here or there is a nice mental break sometimes. At least until I see one too many Farmville updates…
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As I’ve gotten to know some blogger friends, and developed an implicit trust in their ability to keep “Hubman” and the real me separate, we’ve become Facebook friends. I’ve occasionally wondered if any family members look at my status updates and wonder who some of the other people are. But if they ever ask, between the various schools that Veronica and I have attended in different states and my prior military service, it’s not too difficult to come up with a plausible explanation as to how I know someone from some other part of the country.
Thursday morning I updated my status, something about the ungodly hour I was up at and why. Within a few hours there was a comment from my dad, followed by comments from 3 blogger friends and “likes” from a girl I’ve known since we went to Sunday School together 30 yrs ago and a friend from a local college.
I know I’m not the only one with a mix of naughty/blogger and vanilla/real-life friends on Facebook. But does anyone else alternately cringe and grin when they see comments from a parent and an extra-marital lover alongside each other? Or is it just me?
