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Make no mis-steak, this marinade rocks
Easy steak marinade to perfect your steak eating game
Back in my high school glory days I was quite the basketball hero. As a power forward I’d get nothing but net out there on the court. I can almost hear the cheers that would emanate from the crowd as I hung from the net, legs dangling in the air. My knees aren’t what they used to be, but I still love playing a game of hoops every now and then with my boy and rewarding my fine athletic skills after a brutal game of HORSE with a juicy 24 oz porterhouse steak.
Thankfully, the King of B-ball - the legendary Michael Jordan - brings me mail order steaks fit for a King, as well as all of the proper accoutrements. Michael Jordan Steaks serves up The Ultimate Starting Line up of delicious Steak Marinades with a set of sauces that slam dunk it out of the ball park, every time.
This is how I roll
Custom license plate frame that scrolls custom messages below my plate to all my homies
Advertising 101: The best advertising is free advertising. Which is why I picked up this scrolling Custom License Plate Frame from AJ Prindle, the home for cool car accessories. I can flash messages day and night so all drivers behind me can read: “CATALOGS.COM #1!” And when I’m off the clock, I can scroll-
HOW’S MY DRIVING?
RICH GUY
STILL 29
HONK IF U LIKE 2 SAIL!
Or if I see some reckless driver cut off someone else I can flash:
NO HE DI’ENT!
Fabio Fabio, wherefore art thou Fabio?
Historical romance books get me all worked up with romance at work
I’m stuck working on the day after Christmas. Bah humbug. It’s dead here. Bryan, Samara, Jody and I have just finished playing spin the bottle and don’t know what else to do for the next six to seven hours. There’s still a vat of egg nog at home with my name on it, and I haven’t had a chance to play with any of the toys and gadgets Santa left under my tree.
I have two choices.
1. I can either cry about it and pout…or
2. I can hit the books.
I’m going for option two and hitting the books. The books from Dorchester Publishing that is. I always keep a romance book tucked away in my desk drawer for such an occasion. For some, their weakness is black label Scotch. For me, it’s hot Roman dudes like the one on the cover of this Sword of Rome historical romance book. I have four words for you ladies…Va, va va voom.
These cupcakes Ba-rock
Themed cupcakes featuring Obama and Biden make tasty Presidential treats
I’m a Republican. This election was particularly difficult for me, with many Democratic supporters, friends, co-workers and colleagues urging me to cross party lines and vote for the Obama/Biden ticket (especially Trish- Ms. Yes We Can).
I was hesitant at first, but these Obama and Biden Themed Cupcakes from Mrs. Beasley’s almost made me switch over. Go ahead, call me a traitor, Cindy McCain would’ve switched over too if she had tried one of these cupcakes.
Saved by the Dog door bell
Door bell that’s gone to the dogs
My dog’s name is Marley. Yep, just like the canine protagonist of the New York Times Bestselling autobiographical book (and soon to be released feature film starring Jennifer Aniston & Owen Wilson) Marley & Me.
Marley and Me are living the good life. My Marley never wreaked as much havoc as the yellow lab literary Marley from the book, although she did do her fair share of pillow tearing and slipper chewing back in her days as a mighty precocious pup. Always a quick study, Marley was potty trained before I knew it thanks to a handy doggie door installed in our old house. Marley came and went as she pleased…until we moved into my condo. Now she’s under house arrest.
We’re pretty in sync when it comes to walk time, but every now and then poop happens. This Gotta Go Dog Door bell from J-B Wholesale Pet Supplies lets me know when Marley’s gotta go so I don’t end up with a whole lotta mess I gotta clean up.
What’s your sign, baby?
Zodiac onesies and the cutest baby boy and baby girl stuff in the universe, at Psycho Baby
I’ve heard a lot of bad pick up lines in my time. It all began at birth. Even in those early days back at the hospital nursery I’d get these punk infant boys in their skull caps, batting their baby blues with come hither looks, offering to buy me shots of milk. When they weren’t burping, crying, or sucking on their binkies, the playahs would drop a “Hey baby, what’s your sign?” my way, trying their hardest to get into my crib.
It didn’t work then and it’s not working now. So for all of the hot baby girls out there who are tired of hearing the oldest pick-up line in the book, this onesie is for you. This Psycho Baby Zodiac Onesie is the easiest way to get all the Li’l baby Romeos off your back.
I’ll be watching you
Every birthday boy deserves a portable TV with 7 inch color screen
My birthday was Saturday, and I didn’t get any of the things I really wanted…
1. I wanted a new pair of jeans to replace my old ones with the hole in the crotch (even though the old ones did provide a nice central air flow to my nether regions).
2. I wanted a second stripper pole for my office since the one in my apartment was such a success (my abs never looked better).
3. Most of all, I wanted this 7 inch Portable Color TV from Heartland America so I could watch my new girlfriend (she’s a well known television personality, jealous?) whenever it struck my fancy.
Germ Scan-dal
Say goodbye to germs with high tech kitchen gadgets from Horchow catalog
I don’t like germs. Especially if they’re lurking around on my food. Before I sit down to lunch I double wash my grapes, lettuce, tomatoes and every other fruit and vegetable that’s going anywhere near my mouth. It’s no picnic. I hate germs, but I love gadgets, so this Nano Ultraviolet Disinfection Scanner from Horchow is the perfect gift. It makes all of my fruits and veggies completely germ free by sanitizing my kitchen countertops, plus I have a new hi tech gadget to play with while I’m mincing and dicing.
Demon on wheels
Bell helmet saves girl from car catastrophes
In these parts they call me the Demon on Wheels, not necessarily because I feel the need for speed. Au contraire, my car and I find ourselves the helpless victims of more mishaps than a pro Indy 500 race car driver. My poor Hyundai was almost burnt to a crisp a couple of months ago and was just declared a total loss after a recent fender bender with some Fast and the Furious driving reject.
That’s it. I either need to invest in a really superb life insurance policy, or decent headgear. This Bell Helmet from HRP World is bound to keep my noggin safe and protected the next time an automobile mishap comes driving my way.
Hillary on crack
Nutcracker featuring Hillary Clinton’s thighs of steel
Just when you thought you were over the Hill…
She’s back. With a vengeance.
It’s official. President-elect Barack Obama formally nominated Hillary Clinton for the prestigious position of Secretary of State as he rolled out his national security team last week. All I have to say is, You go girl. You may not be living in your old bedroom back at the White House, but you’re in the Cabinet and ready to crack down on all of our country’s dilemmas with the tenacity of a champion nutcracker. Which brings me to our featured product… Wooden Nutcracker Soldiers are so last year. This Christmas, surprise them with a Hillary Clinton Nutcracker from Collector’s Edge to crack all those holiday nuts in style.
There’s no crying in baseball
Pictures of Yankee Stadium in all it’s Yankee glory
I don’t cry.
I didn’t cry when I learned there was no Santa, I didn’t cry during any of my excruciating knee surgeries, and I certainly didn’t cry after reading the last Harry Potter book. But I did cry on September 21st when the Yankees beat the Orioles during their last game at Yankee Stadium. At least I can cherish those last memories with one of these priceless, commemorative Yankee Stadium Pictures from Legends of the Field.
I’m no angel
Scentiments makes me feel like an Angel while I save on hundreds of designer scents
I was born to be bad. B-b-b-b-bad, bad to the bone. I speed and cry to get myself out of tickets, I regift (it’s an art), I leave sunflower seed shells on the floor at work, and when I was in the 6th grade I told everyone in class when Jennifer Bernhardt got her period for the first time. Yeah, I’m pretty much going to hell in a handbasket. No wonder my co-worker Bryan calls me Psycho.
I’m no angel, but that doesn’t mean I can’t smell like one. This Christmas I’m spraying myself from head to toe and everywhere in between with Thierry Mugler’s famous Angel perfume from Scentiments. Maybe it’ll rub off on me in a good way, eliciting some rather angelic behavior. There’s still time to get off of Santa’s naughty list.
