It totally wasn't the surprise he was going for
Ah, Collin. Where do we even begin? Let's just say that if life in Buff Loft were a sitcom, he'd be the lovable, well-intentioned goofball that keeps the audience in stitches.
Ah, Collin. Where do we even begin? Let's just say that if life in Buff Loft were a sitcom, he'd be the lovable, well-intentioned goofball that keeps the audience in stitches.
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.
Dawson City, Yukon: it's like being on an old Western movie set. Bars feel like an old-timey cowboy hangout, local guides dressed in period garb. It's like time travel. Really, though, it is.

My boyfriend has two workout buddies that are incredibly hot. I'm a little bit jealous and find myself staring at them from across the gym and watching them to make sure it doesn't go anywhere between them. Should I keep watching from the corner of my eye or say something?
We’ve all heard of them: the five love languages. (At least, single people have. Our married bosses hadn't.)
It's no secret that we're kinda health nuts here on Team Buff. Sure, we enjoy some boozy-boozy drinky-drinks but we also spend more hours in the gym than we do slamming the hard stuff. (Leave your filthy mind out of this.)
I’ve had an epiphany recently, a moment of clarity that connects two seemingly disparate observations: the astronomical rise in digital ad revenue for giants like YouTube, Facebook and Instagram, and the bafflingly irrelevant ads that pollute my own feeds. And honestly, it boils down to something both simple and infuriating: a significant chunk of these platforms’ burgeoning wealth comes from advertisers who are, quite frankly, throwing away their money.
Nashville is formally known as Music City but there's something about the zoo that makes me think it's also Animal City. Amazing experience!
A new fitness product gets Team Buff excited because, well, we're a little obsessed. If it's not something for our hair or skin, it's for our muscles. (Nothing wrong with remaining pretty!)
For most of my adult life, my relationship with spelling and grammar could best be described as... estranged. Or perhaps, more accurately, non-existent. I was the kind of person who saw a misplaced apostrophe and thought, "Eh, you get the gist." A comma splice? "It adds character!" And don't even get me started on 'their,' 'there,' and 'they're' – a linguistic Bermuda Triangle that I happily navigated with blissful ignorance.
My partner is too emotional... but not in the way most people would think. We've been together through one sports season. Let me explain why that matters. We started dating at the beginning of the hockey season last year. I don't care much for sports but he's into it so I went along because I had nothing better to do. He's that fan who's decked out in team gear and standing up throughout the game and screaming at the players and high-fiving people when there's a goal. That's not the embarrassing part. (Maybe it kind of is but everyone else is doing it so it's acceptable.) I saw a new side of him when his favorite team was in the playoffs. When they lost a game, he was genuinely pissed on the way home. Like, pissed to the point of grumbling and barely talking to me. I almost felt like saying, "Are you mad at me? What did I do?" and make him get out of the car and walk to his house since I was driving. When his team got into the finals he was thrilled. He was maybe too happy. And when…
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.
Ah, Tanner. He's always been a bit… enthusiastic. He approaches life with the gusto of a golden retriever chasing a tennis ball, which is usually endearing, sometimes chaotic, and occasionally, as we recently learned, toe-curlingly awkward.

“Your triggers are your responsibility. It isn’t the world’s obligation to tiptoe around you.”
Have you seen as many commercials and ads for this thing as I have?? For months, they've had me wondering what all the fuss was about. So, I checked out Oura Ring 4.

My grandma gave me a terrible Christmas gift. Is it OK to re-gift my grandma? I don't think she'd ever find out but I have guilty feelings before even doing it.
I understand why people don't trust the news media anymore.
I consider myself to be creative but I am far from artsy. Because Puerto Vallarta is known to have a vibrant art community, I thought it would be fun to check out Galeria Colectika in downtown PV.
Celebrity endorsements are as old as advertising itself. We've seen it all, from fitness gurus hawking miracle machines to supermodels swearing by age-defying creams. But something's shifted.

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!
I'm not a pet owner but I'm a pet sitter here at Buff Loft. Of course, I'm referring to the company dogs, Bruno, the golden retriever and Charlie, the husky. They visit us in the office on a regular basis and when it's a day of wearing shorts or underwear, we do OK. When it's a pants day (thankfully we don't have many of those), it can be a problem.
My partner is an organized person and I appreciate that. But he's trying to push his ways onto me. (Do you remember that Seinfeld episode where Elaine confronts Jerry and says, "Everything has to be just so with you"? Well that's the story of my life.) When we travel, we have to be at the airport well in advance and he insists on holding our documents, and he's forever watching the clock. I prefer taking it easy and getting there shortly before boarding time. When we get to the hotel room, the bags have to be put in a certain area and shoes have to be the same. I keep my bathroom stuff (toothbrush, comb, etc.) in a travel bag on the counter but he unpacks and displays everything as if it's our bathroom and home and not a temporary stay. I keep my shirts and other clothes in my suitcase but he unpacks it and hangs them up in the hotel closet. He means well and I appreciate his attention to detail but I'm tempted to say, "Just do your thing and leave my stuff alone" but the last thing I…
Drew's Stand-Up Special: A First Date Disasterpiece

There are drunken goons at sporting events? Say it ain’t so.