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.
As smartphone technology began to evolve and seemingly make every daily task possible to manage and/or complete from the palm of your hand, I was hooked. Now, as it continues to invade our lives I'm gradually -- maybe not gradually, so much as abruptly -- stepping back.
It's a spring of science at Lafayette Science Museum. When I heard there is a virtual reality exhibit, I knew I would have fun. I'd never strapped on a VR headset before but once I did, I couldn't take it off.
Cannoli, the iconic Sicilian pastry, boasts a rich history and an even richer flavor profile. Its crispy shell, creamy ricotta filling and hints of citrus and chocolate make it a universally beloved treat.
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.
Dancing Towards Diabetes: My Quest for a Glamorous Disease
The demands to remain amazingly pretty as a Buff Boy are just... ugh... sometimes it's too much pressure.
I'm starting to feel like I've stumbled into a parallel universe where the language is vaguely familiar, but the meaning is completely and utterly lost on me.
Dawson City. The name itself conjures images of gold-rush fever, can-can dancers, and sourdough stories. It’s a place steeped in history, a living museum where the spirit of the Klondike Gold Rush still lingers in the air. Seriously, this place is like the set of a Western movie -- but it's legit like this!
Baked beans are a barbecue staple!
There are a few things on social media that make me laugh: people announcing "a break" (even though you know damn well they're still creeping, they're just not posting), relationship drama, vacation photos with people clutching their phone on the beach (because they can't enjoy nature for what it is) and meet-and-greet concert pics (explanation below).
In the world of babysitting, there are heroes and there are, well, Tanners.
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?
I've noticed something lately, a creeping phenomenon that's making me question the very fabric of our appreciation rituals. (I'm not even talking about tipping because that's another issue.)
I'm not sure if you've heard of the Indy 500, but it is kind of a big deal in Indianapolis. (Joke. I know you have.) I was told that upwards of 300,000 people pack in for the race. (Did you know that though?)
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!
