Is this really happening??
Every day in Los Angeles is an adventure for Brazilian Leo.
Every day in Los Angeles is an adventure for Brazilian Leo.
I just started my relationship and only recently heard about his porn past. I'm not thrilled about it but I think I love him. How do I get over this?
Being a raving guitar player, how could I not visit Musical Instrument Museum? There are thousands of pieces from hundreds of countries. Seriously. The place is huge and very spread out. Whether you want to check out a gallery full of guitars or want to visit a different country (so to speak), you can do just that. When we started the tour we were given headsets that activated music of the displays we walked by. You can watch a video of a cultural dance and hear the accompanying music as you stroll through the exhibit.
I just don’t get birthdays.

There is such a thing as watered-down iced coffee. Not anymore though!
Road trips are a time many of us grab a bag, load it up and go wherever the breeze takes us. But, do you use a gym bag, a school backpack, a small suitcase or even a laundry bag?
We’ve all been in situations where we don’t want to run into someone – a specific someone – THAT someone. Maybe it’s an ex or a family friend and you know it’ll be awkward when you cross paths. So, you do what you can to avoid it.
My partner wants us to know each other's phone-unlock code in case there's an emergency and we need to get into each other's device. I'm suspect about his motive but he makes a compelling point. We've been together for three months and it seems like a trusting relationship. I think this early in a relationship it's a little much to feel like we're next of kin or something already. We're definitely not in the place where he's my emergency contact.
It was about 45 minutes of driving for us to get from downtown Phoenix to Civana Spa and Resort in Carefree, Ariz. With the desert sun beating down on us I was excited to escape into the coolness of the spa. We were greeted with refreshing smoothies as we got a tour of the property.

I always loved working in an office. I appreciated having a desk and a computer – a space I could call home base.
If there's one thing required for being a Buff Boy, it's versatility. Why? Because Buff Loft is not only where we live, it's also an office space. So, our work can be done in the kitchen, on the deck in the backyard or even -- dare I say it -- in bed. Plus, our parent company is in the broadcasting biz so when they come to town from Canada to cover Hollywood events, we get kicked out of the loft and shuttled off to a hotel to give them the workspace. Meaning: we have to be very mobile all the time.
Craving a warm, comforting beverage that combines the richness of chocolate, the sweetness of caramel, a touch of spirited warmth and Buff Boy awesomeness? Look no further!
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My partner loves kids and watching shows about parenting or stuff with babies. Whether it's funny videos of babies or old nanny reality shows from the 2000s. He will watch anything with little kids and find it adorable. He likes the squealing giggle a baby does when it claps and is excited. The sound of a baby crying drives me insane. I can't handle it. The good thing is he's not pressuring me to have kids but our viewing habits couldn't be any different. Seriously, I'll hear him watching something (even if it's just a diaper commercial and a baby cries) and I instantly tense up. Do I buy him headphones to listen in silence or what?
The television flickered, casting a familiar, soft glow across the room. Against my better judgment, I found myself — yet again — marooned in the captivating, often bewildering, world of The Bachelor.

With any senseless murder in the United States, naturally the whole gun control debate comes up.
I wasn't always a fan of jerky. In fact, I'd never tried it until my brother bought a dehydrator and he and his wife started experimenting with different foods.
If you really want to get a taste of Indianapolis -- and I mean that in the food and drink kind of way -- then the City Market is a stop you have to make. How can I put it? Any kind of taste you can imagine you can probably enjoy here.
We’ve all been tempted to steal at some point in our life. Whether we did it or not is another story. For our little Tanner, he has a habit of stealing without realizing it. (Allegedly. Do we have to say allegedly so he doesn’t get charged with something?)
I'm single and my mom keeps trying to set me up with people. She doesn't know my type and she's picking people who aren't even close to my style. How do I tell her to piss off?
Oh, to be a dog. I wake up most mornings, wrestle with the existential dread of my alarm clock, glance at the piling bills on the counter, and then cast an envious eye at my furry housemates -- the boss' dogs -- who are belly-up, snoring like contented chainsaws. And that’s when the thought hits me, almost daily: pets, particularly dogs, have it ridiculously easy.
There are few things in this grand, baffling theatre of life that bring me quite as much unadulterated, slightly cynical joy as scrolling through my social media feed and encountering the latest wave of hyper-inspirational, motivation-on-steroids posts.
Nashville. Just the name conjures up images of twangy guitars, soulful voices and a history steeped in musical greatness. And at the heart of it all, standing proud and reverberating with echoes of legends, is the Ryman Auditorium. For a music lover like me, a visit to the “Mother Church of Country Music” wasn’t just a sightseeing stop; it was a pilgrimage.
Ugh, headaches. I used to get them a lot when I was in school. They went away for years but now, for some reason, by the end of the day, sometimes, I get them again.