May 312010
 

You stay up for 16 hours
He stays up for days on end.

He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.

You make sure you’re mobile phone is in your pocket.
He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.

Click it to big it

He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.

You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.
He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.

He’s told he will be held over an extra 2 months.

You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.
He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.

You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.
He holds his letter close and smells his love’s perfume.

Click it to big it

You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they’ll ever meet.

You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.
He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.

You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.
He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.

You see only what the media wants you to see.
He sees the broken bodies lying around him.

You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don’t.
He does exactly what he is told even if it puts his life in danger.

You stay at home and watch TV.
He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.

Click it to big it

You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable.
He tries to sleep but gets woken by mortars and helicopters all night long.

If you support your troops, share this with 7 people.

If you don’t support your troops well, then don’t share this. You won’t die in 7 days, your love life won’t be affected, and you won’t have the worst day ever.

You don’t have to do anything with this. It’s not like you know the men and women that are dying to preserve your rights.

REMEMBER our Troops, and do not forget them LATER

[I came across the above text months and months ago and saved it for today.  Unfortunately, I forgot to note where I got it came from- if anyone knows, please tell me so that I can properly attribute them]

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Retired Navy Lt John W Finn passed away last Thursday.  Lt Finn at 100 yrs old was the oldest surviving Medal of Honor Recipient- you can read the citation describing his actions during the attack on Pearl Harbor here.  With his passing, there are only 96 living Medal of Honor recipients left.

Rest in Peace Lt Finn.

May 312010
 

Notice something missing?

Sunday we said goodbye to our sectional couch.  You know the phrase “You get what you pay for”? Yeah, that described this piece of furniture.  It looked nice but honestly, it wasn’t all that comfortable, which isn’t surprising considering what we paid for it. Sure, we’ve fucked on it, a LOT [See the "Search My Blog" box over there on the left? Just put in "HNT" or "Wanton Wednesday" and scroll thru the results, it probably won't take long to find it in a picture] but it was time to replace it.

I posted a for sale ad on Craigslist on Saturday afternoon and by Sunday morning it was gone.  Woohoo!  So we went to the furniture store and bought the sofa and loveseat we picked out a few weeks ago.  Until it’s delivered, the kids beanbag chairs are in the living room…

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I figured out what was going on with not receiving e-mail notification of comments on various posts that I mentioned the other day.  I dawned on me that the comments might be going to my spam folder, then I realized that my spam folder wasn’t displayed.  Sure enough, there were about 30 comments in there!  The odd thing is, many of them were from long-time readers who have commented many many times.

So if you commented sometime in the last 2 weeks and never saw your comment appear on my blog, that’s what happened.  Oops…

May 302010
 

About a month ago, The Beautiful Kind was fired from her job after her employer discovered her blog [her webmaster wrote a great post about protecting your online privacy across a variety of social networking platforms that I highly recommend you read. But not until you finish reading this post!].  Her experience and perhaps her expectations prior to her firing got me thinking about how some of us blog.

My first blog, also called Hubman’s Hangout, was on Blogger in the fall of 2008.  The content wasn’t too dissimilar to this blog, but I also openly talked about my job.  I also made the mistake of logging into my blogger dashboard from work and even occasionally viewing my blog from work.  Considering that my internet use at work is monitored and attempted visits to inappropriate websites are logged and blocked, this wasn’t the smartest idea.  Realizing this, I deleted my old blog, moved to WordPress, and have been very careful about what info I leave on the work servers.

Many of us blog anonymously, for a variety of personal reasons, none of which really matter for the sake of this post.  But how anonymous are we, really?  What is the potential downside if your anonymity is compromised?  Are you prepared for the consequences?

Sometimes I think about these questions, especially with my Project365 posts.  Browse through the last 149 days worth of pictures and you’ll see glimpses of my house, my yard, my kids and Veronica and I.  A while back I posted a picture of a church steeple that I pass every day on my work commute.  A reader e-mailed me and said that while he lives on the west coast now, he grew up nearby and recognized the church.  I replied, naming the town to confirm with him, and he replied that yes, that is the town he grew up in.  This is a fairly innocuous incident, but it illustrates that you never know when you might share something that gives others a sliver of information that when added to other slivers amounts to a bit of personal detail.

Have you ever Googled yourself?

Someone, I forget who, recently suggested doing so in order to see if there are any links to your online persona that you’re not aware of.  That is what The Beautiful Kind’s former employer did and how they found her Twitter account and ultimately her blog.  I read some comments where people were grumbling about the invasion of privacy inherent in doing so.  But really, we’re choosing to share information in public forums, whether it’s on a blog, Twitter, Facebook or some other website.  Employers are looking out for their best interests and if we’re going to put info out there, why shouldn’t they use it?

But don’t take my word for it, let’s see what the HR chick aka Veronica has to say

Veronica: I am sure that many of you would not be surprised to learn that Veronica is not my real name.  When I got involved with being online in my CSI groups a few years ago, I decided to use a fake name. I did this mostly because I was afraid people would mock me if they understood the breadth and depth of my CSI obsession.   Now I am glad I started this habit as I have continued with it, since I would NEVER post half-nekkid photos of myself under my real name or talk about my lifestyle activities.   I am also reluctant to give out my real name or have Hubman give it out as my name is easily Googleable.

But as an HR Director, yeah we Google you.  When I am reading an application of someone we might bring in to interview the first thing I do is Google your name.  I combine it with the town you live in and also the name of your college or most recent job to see what I find.  99.9% of the time what I find is pretty innocuous.  I usually find little things like the fact you are on Facebook, or that maybe you wrote a letter to the editor or won a year’s supply of pie.

If I come up with something that I consider relevant on Google, like you were fired from your last three jobs for insubordination, I will probably disqualify you, but if I see anything that is work related that does not indicate your membership in a protected class that raises a red flag, I will just ask you about it at the interview.

Once an employee is hired, I personally never Google them again, because quite frankly I am a one woman HR department and don’t have the time.  However, there is always someone who has the time, and it could be someone that you have recently pissed off. Hubman: This reminds me of something- employers Google their employees or comb through their browsing history because they are looking for a reason.  Many of us can think of that co-worker who spends an inordinate amount of time surfing the web and perhaps isn’t that productive- don’t be that person and give management a reason.

One thing that I used to do when I worked in the private sector was periodically use the resume search on Monster.com to see how many employees had active resumes up there and how old they were.  If  I noticed one of our current employees on there, I would check into their file and see if they were being compensated properly and try to work and save them discreetly, if they were worth saving.   However, other people could use that information and be a total dick with it.

I tend to separate what people do on their own time from what they do at work, but then again the most ‘controversial’ thing I have found an employee participating in is being a vocal advocate for raw milk.   If I found out that someone from one of our departments was involved in something controversial, it might be a topic for discussion, especially since I work in the public sector.

All I can say is to Google yourself and your email address monthly and try to keep things separate.  If your good name has been sullied, here are some tips for cleaning your profile up.

I took that forgotten persons suggestion and Googled myself, both my full name and my full name coupled with “hubman”.  As expected, my real name generated quite a few hits due to my professional activities, but nothing when my name and “hubman” were combined in one search.

Veronica: I also Googled my real name and you get some HR stuff and some recipes I have had published. I also Googled my fake name, Veronica Diaz and learned that I am really a hot Brazilian Actress.

Mmm, hot Brazilian actress…  :-D

May 302010
 

At least I think it’s a dragonfly.  It looks like a dragonfly, doesn’t it?
[If you click to open it in a new window and zoom to 100%, check out the detail- I'm pretty damn impressed myself!]

 

Friday I was off from work and resolved to enjoy the day to the fullest.  Earlier in the week Veronica scheduled a massage appointment for me in the morning, then I headed out on my motorcycle.  The inspection sticker was going to expire at the end of the month, so I had to take care of that first and went to the shop where I bought the bike, which is literally right down the street from Gillette Stadium.

After I took a few pictures around the stadium, I posted this tweet and headed out for more riding.

Where did I go next? Why to check out a strip club that Veronica and I have not been to yet!  The club gets a thumbs up- nice atmosphere, decent drink prices, good looking girls and a lap dance from a cute little thing who wasn’t shy about grinding up against my crotch.  I think I’ll have to take Veronica there one of these days ;-)

 

After dinner, we were hanging out in the yard watching the kids play.  Veronica felt inspired and went inside for the hula hoop so of course I had to grab the camera and catch some images of her goofing around [taken in manual mode, no less.  Yay me!]

*click-click for a treat*

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WordPress seens to be having issues with comments on my blog.  On yesterday’s HNT post I received e-mail notification of only about half of the comments that my wonderful readers left for me.  Looking back, numerous comments during the past week posted fine, but I never knew about them because I didn’t get an e-mail.  Also, some people’s comments are ending up in my spam folder, which I don’t check all that often.  Some of these are comments from people who have been commenting regularly almost as long as I’ve had this blog, so I have no idea why WordPress thinks they’re spam now, especially since there are no links in their comments.

Anyway, I wanted to share that in case you comment and don’t see it or wonder why I’m not replying.

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May 272010
 

I got this nice hat when I participated in the Run to Home Base last weekend

Veronica liked this picture so much, she decided to copy me.

Osbasso has the list of the rest of the half-nekkid people.

Happy HNT!

 

Going about our morning routine, I can’t help but think how nice Veronica looks, how distracting the sight of her walking down the hallway at work will be later today.  The way her wrap dress hangs on her curves, the shape of her legs, knowing she’s wearing her silver bra and thong underneath, I want to pull her into our bedroom and fuck her.  So I pull her close and tell her so.

“You look great. I wish we had the time for a quickie”

“How long until you need to leave? The kids seem occupied”

We furtively dash off to the bedroom, hoping the kids don’t notice.  Close and lock the door, drop my pants and briefs, she pulls off her thong and drops to her knees, taking my rapidly growing cock into her mouth.  As soon as I’m fully erect she leans over the bed and spreads her legs. Pushing in, I start to fuck her, we’ve got no time to waste this morning.

“Get on the bed”

She obeys and perches on her knees then drops her ass down to her heels.  I re-enter and toy with her asshole, running a spit-lubed finger around the edges, gently probing, feeling her relax as I continue to play

“You’ll get more of than tonight.  Get on your back”

“You’re bossy this morning”

“Yes I am, do it”

A few minutes of hard and fast fucking and she asks “Do you want to cum in my mouth or deep in my pussy?”

“Do you want to taste my cum or feel it dripping out of you later this morning”

“Cum in my mouth”

My aim was a little off, but she took care of the mess.  My little cum bunny doesn’t like to waste a drop :-)

 

I got home around 7:30 Tuesday evening, kissed Veronica, and she immediately left to return to her office for a committee meeting.  As the kids prefer to do when mommy isn’t home at bedtime they crawled into bed together.  PP in true little sister fashion decided to imitate her brother and read for a few minutes.

Aren’t they cute?

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