He built it, they came... and almost crapped their pants
The joys of homeownership! Ben, bless his heart, as his fellow southern folk would say. He was practically bursting with pride.
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!

Crème brûlée, with its smooth, creamy custard base and satisfyingly brittle, caramelized sugar crust, is a classic dessert for a reason. But what if we could elevate it with a touch of rich, roasted flavor? Enter: Buff! This recipe combines the traditional crème brûlée technique with the bold notes of Buff Boy coffee for a truly unforgettable dessert experience.
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.
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.
I enjoy most of my co-workers but one of them is so loud and talks too much. Whenever she comes over to talk to people near me it's distracting and annoying. Her shrill voice and loud laugh are obnoxious. I think others are bothered by it. How should I get her to stop?

Collin is definitely no Gabe when it comes to pitiful dance moves but he fancies himself a showman when it comes to weddings. His reputation for, uh, unique dance moves precedes him. We've all witnessed the… enthusiasm… he brings to Buff Loft.
I’m only in my early 30s, yet lately, I’ve found myself uttering phrases like, “Kids these days,” or shaking my head at what I perceive as a general decline in… well, everything.
It's barbecue season! (Which, let's be honest, is pretty much all year here in Southern California!)
My partner is a raging Swiftie and I want him to tone it down. His life revolves around Taylor Swift and worships her but it's embarrassing since he's a grown man. How do I get him to stop wearing T-shirts and making his life all about Taylor?
I’ve never quite understood the compulsion. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? That pervasive, almost aggressive need for couples to broadcast every single detail of their relationship on social media.
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?

Lots of people think they’re cool as a cucumber. Rarely do people want to admit to being a worrier.
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.

Everyone thinks their meat tastes the best. Now, you can put your money where their mouth is!
As June rolls around each year, a growing number of people in the LGBTQ community take issue with big corporations capitalizing on the concept of Pride. You've undoubtedly seen the rants on social media that company logos are suddenly rainbows and stores are full of products to make money, money, money for the greedy CEOs who couldn't care less about Pride come July 1.
Gabe, the pretty boy, is known for pampering himself. Whether that's carrying on a friendship with his botox injector just to get discounts or grabbing a last-minute massage because someone cancelled at the last minute and the spa offered a discount for a short-notice session, Gabe will do anything to spoil himself (on the cheap).