I have to do WHAT to gain your respect?
A customer is a customer is a customer. That’s how I feel about customer service but I guess I’m still old-school.

A customer is a customer is a customer. That’s how I feel about customer service but I guess I’m still old-school.

I'm learning there is a lot to see and do at Pier 39 in San Francisco.

My workspace, much like my brain on a Monday morning, used to be a glorious mess. Pens scattered like fallen soldiers, highlighters playing hide-and-seek under notebooks, and rulers performing acrobatic feats off the edge of the desk. I'd tried various solutions – mugs, small baskets, even just piling everything precariously – but nothing quite clicked. My desk needed something that was not only functional but also aligned with the minimalist, quality-over-quantity aesthetic I appreciate.

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?)

When you're looking for a hearty meal, this is the real deal. A pot roast with gravy takes you back to childhood. It does for me, anyway. Playing outside those cold winter afternoons and coming in to the smell of mom making a roast. I'm getting hungry already.


I know that many youngsters are growing up with a sense of entitlement but, wow, I didn’t realize it was so bad.


The trend nowadays is that everything is offensive and everyone should be offended by everything. But for those of us who don’t have a stick up our… well, I’ll get to the point.


Normally my partner smells great but there are times when he doesn't think to wear deodorant and has a noticeable odor. Like, noticeable. Really noticeable. It's a turnoff but how do I tell him he smells without hurting his feelings?

A trip to San Francisco wouldn't be complete without a visit to the Golden Gate Bridge. While most tourists long to drive or even walk across it, I decided to go underneath with our friends at Adventure Cat Sailing Charters on Pier 39.


There are certain fashion and beauty trends that leave me scratching my head so vigorously, I’m worried I’ll give myself whiplash. And at the top of that list, vying for the coveted "Most Perplexing" award, are certain iterations of fake hair and… well, let’s call them "statement" eyelashes. My brain genuinely just doesn't compute. It's not judgment (yes, it is), it’s pure, unadulterated, polite bewilderment. And judgment. Not gonna lie.


Yes, I'm known as the Buff chef but I also love mixing a good drink. When those two worlds collide -- AND include Buff Boy Brewing coffee in the process -- hold onto your beans cuz we're headed for some fun!

As a car enthusiast (I actually just got some new wheels today!), I love the gadgets that I'd never heard of and don't need. But, sometimes one comes along and I realize I did need it, I just never knew I needed it. And living in the Los Angeles area, this one was worth it.

I've never grasped the appeal of putting pictures of loved ones on your desk at work. And I mean, never. Even before the days of smartphones, when you really did go most of the day – gasp – without seeing them. It always struck me as… odd.

My partner likes walking around the house naked and wants me to join in. I don't like the idea because we have dogs and their heads come right up to our... you know. It's not that they do anything but I just don't want my bits dangling in their faces. I don't want his doing that either. What's the compromise?

I'm always on the lookout for destinations that offer more than just a scenic backdrop. I crave experiences that delve into history, spark contemplation and leave a lasting impact. (But, as you've seen here, I love a fun zoo visit with animals!) That's precisely what I found during my recent visit to the Indianapolis War Memorial, a truly exceptional landmark dedicated to honoring the sacrifices made by Hoosiers in service to our nation.

The joys of homeownership! Ben, bless his heart, as his fellow southern folk would say. He was practically bursting with pride.

I love a good game show. There's something undeniably thrilling about watching ordinary people test their knowledge or luck against incredible odds for life-changing money. But lately, I find myself genuinely annoyed by one particular element: the contestants themselves.

When we travel, the last thing we want to worry about is bringing one more device, one more cord, one more cord for that one more device. But, hear me out. This one is worth it... and you barely need any space for it.

Let me preface this by saying I’m not here to throw shade, nor am I here to sing praises. I’m simply here to confess a profound and persistent bewilderment that has only grown stronger with each passing news cycle, each social media explosion, and each casual conversation about a certain global superstar. I’m talking, of course, about Taylor Swift.

The irony struck me immediately. A guy named Lane having a motor museum in Nashville. And that's the case for Jeff Lane who started this local exhibition, called Lane Motor Museum.

My partner has taken up cooking but he's not good at it. I pretend that I like his food but I really don't. Do I keep lying or do I tell him it sucks?

I’ve witnessed it too many times, and frankly, it’s a bizarre spectacle that never fails to frustrate me to my core.


Wake up to delicious!

Many people are into meditation or relaxation music (or both) to chill out at the end of the day -- or even to reduce stress during a trying day. I've tried 'em, they're not my thing.
