with Angella Dykstra
I'm a mom of three, a professional accountant, and an amateur photographer and writer. I am not a marriage expert. But my husband and I take "Til death do us part" seriously, and here I'll be sharing how we keep our marriage strong while we both do that insane work-life juggle.
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My husband (He who listens to the radio far more than I do) brought up another topic that was on our local station. They had talked about the fact that a celebrity practiced “naked Sundays” with her family and wanted to know if their listeners did something similar. I (of course) Googled it to see which celebrity it was and it is Miss Christina Aguilera. She and her husband spend Sundays naked and have continued doing so since they had their son.
Do we practice a day of nakedness around here?
(I usually try to use the term “spouse” in my titles to make any male readers I have feel included but based on the comments, I’m pretty sure that men do not read this column.)
(If there are dudes who read, feel free to set me straight.)
My husband likes to shop. He is no way a metrosexual (Not that anything is wrong with that) but he hates when his clothes are worn and/or outdated and likes to remedy the situation.
He also loves to help me shop. A (large) part of it is likely the chance to watch me strip in the change room. Aside from the free show, he also has valuable input. He has no problem telling me if something is just not working and he also has no problem telling me if (he thinks) I look HOT. He’s pretty much the most perfect shopping partner ever.
As if his shopping prowess with me was not enough, he has extended his awesomeness to our three children. With me back in full-time employment and him working part-time around school hours, he’s been the One In The Know when it comes to the kids’ clothing needs.
In addition to “The Basics”, he set out this past week in search of an Easter dress for our dear daughter. He emailed me a photo of said dress (I silently squeed), then proceeded to buy it, as well as some other necessities (Her shirts were all starting to look like tube tops).
I know that my husband is a rarity in our circle of married friends, but maybe it’s just because we live in a small town where many couples fall into more “traditional” roles.
How does it work in your relationship? Does your husband like to shop? Or is it something akin to being lashed with a wet noodle?
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?
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.
While perusing the Internet for relationship articles I came across one originally published in Cosmopolitan magazine titled, “8 Reasons Not To Make A Sex Tape“. The bullet points in the article are pretty funny - if you want a Friday chuckle then I suggest you click on over.(My personal favorite: “Women everywhere will steal your signature moves, including maybe your cubicle mate … or your mom.” Hee.)
There is no chance of me ever making a sex tape because, well, NO. It wouldn’t be prudent. Or pretty. Though I guess they’re not intended to be “pretty”.
Categories: children, communication, marriage, sex
This past weekend I Twittered a conversation between my three-year-old daughter and I that went something (or exactly) like this:
Emily: “Look at my special trick!” *Unsnaps button of her jeans, with flair*
Me: “I do that special trick for Daddy all the time.”
Leah thought I was kidding and a few others wondered the same. The truth of the matter is that my husband and I speak in innuendos to each other all day long, much of which is sparked by things our kids say.
Nothing says “sexy” like slaving over a hot stove and spending dinner with crazy Uncle Tom and passive-aggressive Aunt Martha, am I right? I’m joking, people.
I read a column over at Yahoo! Shine titled, “The Sexy Side Effects of Thanksgiving Dinner.” It’s not the interaction with annoying relatives that get people in the mood (Obviously), it’s the food served that can get your libido going.
According to the article, pumpkin pie is an olfactory sexual aphrodisiac, fig/cranberry sauce is made up of vitamins and increase your sex drive, chocolate charges your endorphins and wine, well, decreases your inhibitions. There are a number of other food items that are mentioned as well.
I know that many people probably had their Thanksgiving dinner yesterday, but Christmas is less than a month away. The article has recipes linked to for each item mentioned - all the better to help you bring sexy back to your holiday table.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Anyone who is a regular reader of my personal site or is a Twitter friend knows that my husband is far better at housework than I am. I am not a slob by any right; he is just a guy who hates a dirty floor or any sort of clutter. In our nine years of marriage I have probably washed the floor, oh, five times. That’s not a typo. He is rather particular about the state of our floors (he gets it from his Mom) and will attack them before I even think they need to be dealt with.
The Wall Street Journal had an article this past week titled, “Housework Pays Off Between The Sheets.”
The gist of the article is, “The more housework you do, the more often you are likely to have sex with your spouse.”
I don’t know that I entirely agree. Or agree at all.
I came across a post over at Yahoo! Shine titled, “Happy Marriage Secret = Separate Beds?”
The sleep researcher quoted in the article says that sleeping in separate beds helps couples escape arguments and ensures a proper night’s rest. If a husband or wife snores, twin beds might not be an option either and they should sleep in separate bedrooms, a practice that was quite common before the Victorian era.
It’s hot where I live. “How hot is it?” the crowd asks. It’s been 38C/98F which a whole lot hotter than any human being (without air conditioning) should be subjected to. We are spending our days at the lake/in the pool in an attempt to keep ourselves from melting into a puddle of goo.
While looking for a relationship topic to cover for todays post, I came across an article on MSN.com titled, “Hot Weather Couple Meltdowns.” Considering that I spent the bulk of my afternoon working in a tank top and my underwear while sitting in front of a swamp cooler (I am nothing if not classy), the title of the article pulled me in.
