He's definitely never babysitting again after this
In the world of babysitting, there are heroes and there are, well, Tanners.
Ditch the scowl, bring back the smile
I've always heard that New Yorkers are rude. They have a certain aggressive way of talking and it gives a brash vibe to outsiders. Over here in California, I've always thought the sunshine and weather made people naturally happier. I dunno. I think I might be wrong about Cali -- at least nowadays, anyway.
I can't sleep because my partner hogs the bed
We have a big comfy bed but as the night goes on my husband takes up more and more of it. It's almost like he's gradually pushing me off the bed as he moves in the night. I can't sleep because he's constantly shifting. How do I finally get a good sleep?
The day my french fries called me old
There are moments in life when the universe taps you on the shoulder and delivers a reality check so profound, so utterly undeniable, that it chills you to the core. For some, it might be the first gray hair. For others, it's struggling to open a jar. For me, it was a perfectly innocent basket of french fries. And let me tell you, those fries were salty. Too salty, in fact.
A journey through time on the Canadian prairies
There's a lot to see at Manitoba Museum which, I'll be honest, is surprising because the building in downtown Winnipeg almost looks like an office space. From the outside, you'd have no idea inside is an amazing collection of history from the Canadian prairies.
Mint Coffee Buff'ed Ice Cream
For as long as I can remember, I've been obsessed with two things: exceptional coffee and the creamy, comforting embrace of ice cream. And when the two collide? Pure, unadulterated bliss.
Nobody wishes their ex 'the best' after a breakup
There’s a phrase that haunts the post-breakup landscape, a saccharine lie whispered, typed and sometimes even shouted for all the world to hear: “I wish them all the best.”
My partner refuses to drive, insists we take a bus - no thanks!
It's a new relationship but my partner doesn't drive. I hate always having to drive and pick him up. He said we can take a bus to go on dates instead of me driving. Bus is incredibly inconvenient so I end up driving and it leads to fights. Should he become an adult and drive himself around?
It's time to get chic-y clean
Ditch the sticky and embrace the chic-y
The manufactured loyalty I just don't understand
I've always been an outlier when it comes to "hometown pride." You know that unspoken, often loudly proclaimed, obligation to pledge unwavering allegiance to the city you were born in or currently call home? Yeah, I've never quite grasped it. In fact, I find it a little… manufactured.
Get wet, wild and dirty on this ride
Nova Scotia, a land of craggy coastlines, charming fishing villages and vibrant maritime history, holds a secret that beckoned to my adventurous spirit: the tidal bore. (No, it's not some wild animal. But it is definitely wild.)
Fruity Buff'ed dip
By now you've figured out how I work. I love experimenting in the kitchen, pushing flavor boundaries. This one came to me at breakfast the other day while I was enjoying a fruit plate and, of course, our Buff Boy coffee! I thought, why not combine them? I'm not saying dip the fruit in coffee. I'm saying add coffee to the fruit dip.
Collin is known as a diva for his nighttime routine. (Remember, we're in a unique situation at Buff Loft that we live with our co-workers so we know more about each other than the average colleagues.)
My partner wants us to be more social, I don't
I'm an introvert but my partner is an extrovert. He's the life of the party and I like staying home and having quiet nights. He insists we go out and do more but I have no interest in that. Should I be more social or should he be less social?
The 'Yes, chef!' kitchen cult on TV is too much
Let’s talk about cooking shows. Specifically, that grating, military-esque chorus that echoes through almost every competitive culinary arena on TV: "YES, CHEF!"
Are those people really that angry?
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, a kind of internal audit of my own emotional responses, and it's led me down a fascinating, slightly unsettling rabbit hole.
My partner tickles to flirt but I hate it
My partner tickles me and thinks it's playful and flirty. It's annoying and doesn't get me in a sexy mood. How do I tell him to stop without it hurting his feelings?
Squirt this deliciousness on your hands
In a world where our hands are constantly in use – typing, cleaning, brewing, spanking or simply navigating daily life – they often bear the brunt of environmental stressors, leaving them feeling dry, rough and in need of some serious TLC.
What your video's jump-cut edits really say about you
For a while now, I’ve been observing a phenomenon that, frankly, has grown beyond a mere trend and morphed into a pervasive cultural expectation. It’s the insistent whisper – or often, a shout – that everyone needs to be a content creator.
When I first got together with my partner he was a masculine gay man. Now he seems to be getting more and more feminine to conform to the gay culture. It's a turnoff that he's practically becoming a woman right before my eyes. Should I end the relationship?
Buff-fused garlic mashed potatoes
Before you judge, hear me out. (Or, read me out!)
My partner is 'that guy' recording conflict in public
My partner is one of those people that whips out his phone and records conflict and drama in public. He's "that guy" that's always trying to get viral social media content of confrontations and fights. How can I tell him to stop?
What the fog is going on?
I have to admit, the fog was pretty annoying as we approached the Duquesne Incline. The worry was that we won't see the sights high above Pittsburgh. As we started the journey upwards the fog actually made for some really cool pictures. We had the best of both worlds: a spooky fog setting and then a bright and clear sunny view of the city. There is a lot of historical information here. Lots of old signage to read. It's quite fascinating.
Where did the energy and excitement of childhood go?
Just a few days ago, as the lazy Los Angeles afternoon melted into evening, I caught a news segment that stopped me in my tracks. It was about how students are falling (even more) behind and the pandemic didn't help and yadda-yadda-yadda. It showed a bunch of B-roll of sad kids for added emphasis.