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.
I'm totally disgusted by people who take off their shoes on a plane -- especially when it's someone beside me. I'm tempted to say something but worry it'll lead to a confrontation. How do I get my point across without making it an issue and viral moment for people with their phones?
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?
Love thy neighbor, right? Not always.
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.”
Nashville isn't just about the honky-tonks and hot chicken, you know. Beneath the buzz of Broadway, a different kind of rhythm flows – the gentle current of the Cumberland River. I recently traded my boots for a paddle and my cowboy hat for a life vest to experience Music City from a whole new perspective: in a kayak!
I had you at bacon. I knew it! Buckle up and get ready to take your taste buds on a trip. This one is good.
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.
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?
Let’s talk about cooking shows. Specifically, that grating, military-esque chorus that echoes through almost every competitive culinary arena on TV: "YES, CHEF!"
It was a bit of a drive from Lafayette to McGee's Swamp Tours but it is sure worth it! The Atchafalaya Swamp is definitely your chance to get up close with alligators... but not too close. Well, you get pretty close.
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.
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 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.
Yes, chocolate bacon cupcakes. Hear me out. Yeah, I kinda love bacon so I tried it out.
With any senseless murder in the United States, naturally the whole gun control debate comes up.
"Tanner, I need you awake at 4:30 a.m. and out of the hotel shortly after." Yup, that's what everyone wants to hear on DAY 1 of their trip to Phoenix. Unfortunately, that's the reality of this assignment. (I guess there are bigger problems an employee could have.) "You're going on a hot air balloon ride to watch the sun rise over the desert." Deal!
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.
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 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?
I already feel you rolling your eyes at this one. Hey, by now you've figured out my recipes are totally unconventional -- and that's what makes them fun!
Ben is the strong silent type. You’re more likely to catch him reading a book in the bath than you are to see him raging on the dancefloor of a sweaty nightclub. Either lying in silence or to the strings of classical music, Ben stays calm… unless something breaks his focus.
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.
At first I thought Adventure Science Center in Nashville would be for kids. Maybe it is to a certain extent but adults can have a fun time, too. Turn me loose in anything I can light up or make loud and I'm all in.
