I ran across a post over at Yahoo! Shine in which a user posted the question, “Is kissing more intimate than sex?” The girl who posted it said that her boyfriend had stated that he would have a harder time if she kissed someone else, than if she had sex with someone else.

The hundred or so comments from both men and women were interesting to read. I think that both kissing and sex are extremely intimate activities but have to agree that there is a difference between them. Do I think that one is more intimate than the other? I…don’t know.

How about you? Do you think that kissing is more intimate than sex?

I’ve made a few references here and there about my husband’s lack of interest in anything technology-related. When I got an iPod touch a few years ago, he was content with receiving my little iPod Nano. When I (finally) switched from PC to Mac two years ago, he gladly took my boat anchor old laptop as his own. When I tossed my Razr a year ago in favor of an iPhone he…mocked me to no end.

Gadgets and gizmos have never been his thing. He used his phone only to make phone calls (I KNOW). He doesn’t even know how to text. He thought my iPhone conversion was a little bit frivolous but (per usual) supported me in letting me get what I deemed necessary. He had no problem teasing me about it but also had no problem asking me to Google Map/Shazam/Use Apps to calculate a tip. Mock away, Honey. You’d be lost without me/my iPhone.

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I read a post over at Parent Dish titled “Romance Advice for New Parents - Make Date Night a Priority“. It is no secret that I am a huge proponent of a regular date night, so of course this article caught my eye.

This article was aimed at parents of newborn babies. Anyone who has had one of those (amazingly miraculous yet ridiculously exhausting) creatures knows all too well how their entrance into your world throws said world off of its axis. Everything you thought you “knew” about how you would parent is thrown out the window. So do all of your ideals about keeping your “couple time” intact. At least, that’s how it was for my husband and I.

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My husband and I try (Try being the operative word) to have regular date nights. We end up getting out sans kids about twice a month which really isn’t too bad considering how hectic our lives are. We make the time to go because we need that time to connect…even though we spend the bulk of our time together talking about the three kids we’ve left at home.

Our kids are getting older and starting to understand the concept of dating. Kind of. They know that we are married to each other and that we go out on date nights. Somewhere along the way during a conversation about this, our oldest (he’s seven) asked us how we ended up being married to each other. I told him the story of our first date.

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I’ve mentioned it here (I think)(I know I’ve hammered it to death on my personal site) that I’ve recently returned to work full-time in an office. While I’m writing tax memos and reviewing financial statements, my husband is shuttling the kids to and from school, buying groceries and keeping our house in tip-top shape while squeezing in his part-time work when he can.

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Years ago, when The Bachelor first aired, my husband and I were huge fans. The whole premise was a little bit crazy and a little bit awesome and we were hooked. As the years have passed we fell out of watching The Bachelor because we matured and could not bear to subject ourselves to such trivial matters.

Ha!

The truth of the matter is that we had three kids in a four-year span. Throw in work and other commitments and T.V. took a backseat to this thing called life. In the past few weeks we have found ourselves with nothing on the DVR and have been sucked in to The Bachelor like the stereotypical moths to the flame.

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I mentioned the other day that after a decade of scoffing at Valentine’s Day, my husband are planning a night away. We’re not actually going away until the weekend after and have no plans to get each other cards or buy each other presents. We’ll probably spend February 14th sitting on the couch with our kids while watching AFV. It would appear that we are still haters of Love Day.

(Any Simpson’s fans get the reference to that classic episode?)

Seeing as how I haven’t received any Valentine’s gifts for the past ten years and I can’t remember any gifts from before then (I now have the memory of a goldfish thanks to my three kids), I don’t have any horrible gifts to share. Or maybe, they were so horrible that I’ve blocked them out.

How about you? What’s the worst gift you’ve received for Valentine’s Day?

Unless you grew up in the wilderness or possibly just arrived here from outer space, you may have heard of a certain holiday that happens next week called, “Valentine’s Day”. I know that I, personally, have heard about it everywhere. T.V. commercials, fliers, blog posts, my kids’ school.

As a single girl in my twenties I shunned Valentine’s Day. It was a “Hallmark holiday” created for companies to have something to capitalize on in order to up their sales between Christmas and Easter. I was having no part of it.

When I met my husband, I soon found out that he felt the same way. Who needs a day to celebrate love when we were immersed in romance all day long. Ha. Ha! HAAAAAAA.

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