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.
Our arrival at Desert Botanical Garden in Phoenix was close to sunset. I was told that was the ideal time to visit because there's a light show at night where the desert and plants are lit up and magically dance to music. That is, the lights dance, not the actual plants. Not being familiar with a desert I ignorantly thought a cactus is a cactus. Not so! I got a chance to learn about the plants from all over.
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?
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?)
Let’s talk about cooking shows. Specifically, that grating, military-esque chorus that echoes through almost every competitive culinary arena on TV: "YES, CHEF!"
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.
As a homeowner who takes pride in my property and cares about the well-being of animals, I find myself constantly frustrated by a common trend in my neighborhood: the prevalence of so-called "outdoor cats."
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?
Like every Buff Boy, coffee is needed to start my day. Let's be honest: that goes for most people.
With any senseless murder in the United States, naturally the whole gun control debate comes up.
Howdy, folks, let me tell you about my recent trip to Nashville, Tenn.
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.
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?
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.
There's something irresistibly comforting about a rich, creamy chocolate pudding. For me, it's a nostalgic trip back to childhood, but I've always loved finding ways to elevate classic desserts. My latest obsession? Infusing that deep, decadent chocolate flavor with the robust kick of quality coffee -- Buff Boy Brewing coffee, of course! (Come on, like we're gonna push low-end Folgers or something??)
The joys of homeownership! Ben, bless his heart, as his fellow southern folk would say. He was practically bursting with pride.
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.
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.
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?
I'm learning there is a lot to see and do at Pier 39 in San Francisco.
Like many TV viewers, I find myself occasionally drawn to the flashing lights and siren calls of reality cop shows. "Body Cam," "PD Cam," "Police 24/7" – they offer a glimpse into the daily grind of law enforcement, a ride-along from the comfort (and safety) of my couch.
We couldn't let a 4th of July go by without stripping down and playing with our meat. It's barbecue time! And maybe a little beer. Maybe a little lot of beer. OK, beer. Let's just leave it at that. Mind your own business!
As I sit here, reflecting on my experiences as an American, I am reminded of the peculiar phenomenon that seems to permeate our culture: the unwavering conviction that our country is the best in the world.
If there's one thing we're known for around these parts it's our hair and skin. And that skin has seen its share of needles to maintain our famous plastic Hollywood faces!
