I strongly believe that parents should be held accountable for feeding their children, both at home and at school. Schools should focus on providing a quality education, not becoming a substitute for responsible parenting.
I already feel you rolling your eyes at this one. Hey, by now you've figured out my recipes are totally unconventional -- and that's what makes them fun!
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.
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?
It seems like every time I open my phone, I'm bombarded with another celebrity announcing their new podcast. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good podcast. I find them informative, entertaining and a great way to pass the time.
I don't know about you, but I've noticed a peculiar phenomenon engulfing our lives: we've become utterly, irrevocably, photo crazy. It's not just about capturing special moments anymore; it feels like we're documenting every single mundane breath we take. And frankly, I'm starting to wonder if this endless stream of digital documentation is actually enriching our lives, or just creating a massive, overwhelming digital black hole.
My partner had a discussion with his co-worker about how she and her husband have a tracker app on their phones. They essentially let you see where your partner (partner's phone) is at all times. They say it's so that if one of them doesn't hear from the other or there's an emergency, they'll know where they are. Or, just to have an idea how far from home one is while the other is cooking dinner and wants to have it ready. I think that's all BS. It seems like a nosy and controlling way to monitor your partner. It seems like a distrust kind of thing. Nothing has ever happened that either of us is concerned about where the other is and why and for how long. All of a sudden my partner is proposing this. I've said no but he keeps bringing it up.
Most kids had some kind of food that they didn’t like. My little brother wouldn’t eat stuff because “it’s ugly.” It was often met with, “Just try it, you’ll like it.” That had varying degrees of success.
We live in a hyper-connected world, a world seemingly glued to our screens, endlessly scrolling through the curated realities presented by social media. It’s become so ingrained in our daily lives that the mere suggestion of its absence might be met with outrage and cries of censorship. But I ask you, have we truly considered the potential benefits of a society unshackled from the grip of these platforms? Would outlawing social media, as radical as it sounds, really be a bad thing?
Yes, chocolate bacon cupcakes. Hear me out. Yeah, I kinda love bacon so I tried it out.
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.
I’ve been a silent observer (and occasionally, a bewildered participant) in a particular brand of human interaction that honestly, just tickles my funny bone. I’m talking about the high-drama, low-effort tactics people employ when they want to end an argument, or rather, declare an argument over, usually with themselves as the undisputed victor.
I've worked from home since the pandemic. It's been great. I don't miss going into the office every day. I've been spending a ton of time with my dog and we're closer than ever. But we're in a busy time at work and I feel guilty working from home with him trying to get my attention like he'd always had before. He follows me around and thinks we're going to play or work but really I'm just going into the other room to get something for a meeting. I'm thinking I should go back to the office a few hours a day just to get away from him so he's not so clingy all the time. What should I do?
Quebec City: historic charm, cobblestone streets, European flair, picturesque strolls, delicious poutine, incredible architecture -- and a great place to bounce your ass off!
How much are you willing to pay to get yourself out of a jam? The old saying is, "desperate times call for desperate measures" but that can be costly... and hurt really bad when you take it up the... well, let's get to Tanner's misfortune.
Lately, I've had this nagging thought, this ever-present question bubbling beneath the surface of every news report and political commentary I consume. It’s a thought that, frankly, leaves me more confused than ever about how our government actually works, and I suspect I’m not alone.
The demands to remain amazingly pretty as a Buff Boy are just... ugh... sometimes it's too much pressure.
I'm struck by a disturbing trend. It seems like everywhere I look, parents are relying more and more on phones and technology to teach, entertain and even soothe their kids.
I hired a couple to do my yardwork. I saw their ad online and gave them a call. The first chat was great. The woman asked a lot of questions, I told her what I needed done. She said to give a quote for their services she'd come take a look at my yard and let me know. Perfect. She said it would be that afternoon and she'd text me after. Afternoon went. Evening went. All of a sudden my dog started growling at 9:30 p.m. and out the front window I saw two people on my sidewalk. I assumed that was them and I'd get a text. There was no text. It wasn't until the next afternoon that she sent me the quote for the job. I responded within an hour and asked when they're available. She didn't respond until the next day and said it would be Monday in the late afternoon. (So from surveying, to quote, to availability we're going on three days already.) I asked what time would work and never got a reply. All of a sudden on Monday at 8:45 p.m. I heard lawnmowers and equipment outside my window. They…
There are few culinary pairings I love as much as chocolate and Buff coffee. They just belong together, don't they? That rich bitterness of coffee perfectly complements the sweet depth of chocolate. And if you're like me, constantly looking for easy ways to satisfy a sweet craving that feels a little bit gourmet, then keep reading for my utterly addictive chocolate espresso dip.
We’ve all heard of them: the five love languages. (At least, single people have. Our married bosses hadn't.)
I have to admit, I was rather intrigued when I heard Houston was home to the National Museum of Funeral History. And naturally I wondered if the place would be some morbid hole in the wall. Turns out it's a pretty fancy place. There are artifacts from decades gone by including a gallery of presidential funerals, showbiz tributes, 9/11 items and so many vehicles the place could pass as a car dealership.
Yeah, yeah, I should probably leave the food commentary to our resident chef, Ben. But I'm taking a break from reviewing the usual fitness, tech and lifestyle products for something that made my mouth really happy. Like, really happy!
My co-worker always mispronounces my name. No matter how many times I've told her she always says it wrong. I don't know if it's personal or if I should take offense but it's weird. How do I deal with her?
