Some nights, you just want your large chili...
I didn't want to get involved in the latest round of Kaepernick bashing -- but then someone had to drag Pat Tillman into it and the gloves come off.
Ever have one skill that you practiced ceaselessly for hours on end until you perfected it? But you never had a chance to use it. That was me — until today.
So, the Trump/Obama adviser who I gave an Uber ride to had to resign. Apparently, she got caught fibbing about a law degree. I know, I know, Trump lies every day and nothing happens, but he's had a lot more practice.
I can't believe I hated naps as a kid. A good nap is worth gold, especially since bosses tend to frown on you taking them. Which is a shame because boy did I need a nap in the worst way at my new job.
Nothing makes me break into a cold sweat like the thought of going clothes shopping. Yet there was no getting around it -- it was time to go to the mall again.
What would you do when it's 116 degrees Fahrenheit out? Crank the AC, right? Nope, that's not how I deal with soaring temperatures. And the Houseguest hates me for it.
I'm not a metal head, but I love the Indian heavy metal band Bloodywood. In their latest video, they tackle the twin scourges of depression and suicide.
Not my typical post, but Brian Gorman, a friend of mine, is a Christian singer with a single set to get some airplay on the radio. See what you think.
Want to watch mass chaos? Make Arizonans drive in anything other than sunshine. And when the monsoon thunderstorms hit? Yeah, it's not pretty as I've found out.