Am I really becoming "that" person?
I hate shopping. I can't stand malls. I'm that guy who gets Christmas shopping done online or in the mall for as short a time as possible. But, there's a but. But I love grocery shopping.
I hate shopping. I can't stand malls. I'm that guy who gets Christmas shopping done online or in the mall for as short a time as possible. But, there's a but. But I love grocery shopping.
Buff Boy Collin thinks his dimples and botox'ed face can get him out of any sort of trouble he might find himself in. Whether it's a speeding ticket or "accidentally" not paying for a chocolate bar at the store and having an employee stop him as he heads for the door (maybe that's for another gossip column), Collin feels he's untouchable. (And knowing his dating life, he mostly touches himself. Am I already getting sidetracked before I even start this story? Focus.)
Winnipeg is the homeland of our boss. It's also where our parent company is based. So, after four years of being a Buff Boy with a loose connection to the city, I decided it was time to visit.
I'm one of the growing office workers who can't stand being copied on emails that don't pertain to me. It's fine if it's an FYI to something that might affect my work at some point. But there are people in the office who copy so many people on messages to make them aware -- but then also don't explain why we're being added, so it's always unclear if something is expected of us or what the real reason is. I'm tempted to write back something like "Why am I getting this?" but it might come across dickish. Do I just ignore them or say something to prevent more clogging of my inbox?
Every now and then, a package arrives in the mail from a charity I’ve supported. It might be a calendar, a set of greeting cards, or even a small, decorative trinket, all emblazoned with the charity’s logo and a heartfelt message of thanks. My first reaction is often a fleeting sense of warmth – "How thoughtful!" – quickly followed by a prickle of unease. My mind immediately jumps to a question that I can’t seem to shake: Who paid for this?
OK, this one came out of a desperate situation.
We're constantly bombarded with advice advocating for building bridges, fostering connections and maintaining relationships, no matter how strained. The prevailing wisdom dictates that you should never burn bridges because you never know when you might need them.
Before we dive into my visit to the Winnipeg zoo, let me say the weather was horrible the entire time I was in the city, save for a few hours when I was downtown. Otherwise, absolutely horrible. And the bad thing about this travel content is our schedule is locked in so if it's something outdoors and the weather is terrible, there's little wiggle room to move things around at the last minute. That's why booking excursions in Winnipeg for a brief two-day visit was tough -- because it rained most of the time.

Yeah, yeah, I know steak is best with beer. But hear me out!
It's about time we get a deliciously awkward travel story from our backpacker and travel enthusiast, Tanner. (Speaking of delicious: you might not want to be eating while you read this one.)
There are so many people I call or text and wish happy birthday to (one is my cousin) and I don't hear back. I don't just post something on their Facebook page when it reminds me it's their birthday. I actually know when it is and I reach out. I've drifted apart from some of the people but there hasn't been anything bad that's happened between us to consider it a troubled relationship. We just don't talk as often as we did. Do I stop calling and sending texts? It seems like they're unappreciative. It's one thing to respond to every comment on a Facebook page but to get a personal call or text I feel is a bit more special. I actually call and leave my cousin voice mail. I don't hear back from her. Surely these people have time to respond with "thanks!" Thoughts?
For a long time, I felt like I was failing at… well, everything, if I wasn't constantly plugged into the 24-7 news cycle.

I haven’t spent much time in the online dating scene. Why? Because it would probably lead to conflict in my house and many nights sleeping alone.
Garmin has long been a dominant force in the world of fitness trackers and smartwatches, consistently delivering devices packed with features for athletes and health enthusiasts alike. As a maraton runner I'm always looking for the next powerhouse device that can keep up with me and lend new insight into my training.
As a traveler and a lover of all things science, I was thrilled to visit the Arizona Science Center in Phoenix. This interactive museum is a must-see for anyone visiting the area and I was eager to explore its many exhibits and offerings -- including the giant colon.

Spring is a great time to reconnect with people and catch up. In recent weeks, I’ve been in touch with people from my past. It was similar to the start of the pandemic when many of us scrolled through our phone and/or social media and randomly reached out to people we hadn’t had contact with in a while.
My partner is a Disney fanatic and wants to go there every chance he gets. It's too juvenile for me. I don't mind amusement rides but I can't handle pretending to be in some fairy tale land with thousands of kids on leashes and their miserable parents. I can't exactly lie and say I have other plans since we live together and he knows my schedule. How do I ditch Disney?
Can ham get any better? Yup... especially when you add coffee!
After a full day of running all over Indianapolis, I was long due for a relaxing sit... and some wine. As the clouds rolled in and offered some relief from the sweltering sun, the team at Old World Gondoliers welcomed me with a song... and some ice cream. I loved both!
When I was younger, cereal was my go-to breakfast. It was easy to prepare: grab the box, grab a bowl, pour, add milk, get a spoon, eat.

Our radio-host boss has fond memories of the legendary, Dolly Parton.
My partner is losing his patience with customer service people. He starts out understanding but as soon as he doesn't get an answer he likes or believes he's getting the runaround, his mood drastically changes. When I'm standing beside him in a store or seated across from him at a restaurant, it's embarrassing because I feel bad for the employee subjected to his wrath. I'm tempted to step in but fear he'll get louder and turn on me and everybody will know there's an issue. How do we get this under control?
I love technology. Let me get that out of the way right upfront.