Archive for November, 2008

If you’re reading this on Thursday (which is Turkey Day): What the heck are you reading this for? The game’s about to start! BTW: Any of that Heavenly Hash and cranberry sauce left over (I love that stuff)?

If you’re reading this on Friday, welcome back (sorry, no reviews today, I’m off and having fun with a stomach still full of turkey. LOL). Hope you found a lot of bargains this morning! I sure did! Catch up with you on Monday, my friends!

My fiancée, Jen, loves everything about Jimmy Buffett!

His beachcomber lifestyle epitomizes a relaxed attitude. Take for example one of his greatest hits Margaritaville, of which she tells me only “posers” listen to (color me poser then). In this song, Jimmy (as a young man in Key West) is living the high life in a “bummy” sort of way! His days are filled with eating shrimp and sponge cake, losing his salt shaker constantly and getting hammered off of margaritas on the daily (which are horrible, by the way). This cheap ass can’t even afford a new pair of sandals (in the song, he “blows” his old crappy ones out).

Jen’s wanting a piece of this way of life is the reason we moved to South Florida. Too bad we didn’t get all the way down to Conch Country. Instead, we’re stuck in a far worse place than we started off with: Boca Raton. Before you damn “snowbird” New Yorkers jump down my throat, let me explain why this place has nothing to do with the beach lifestyle that many people would associate this part of the Sunshine State with … Continued

Thanksgiving is quickly approaching!

What does this holiday mean to you? Are people flying, or driving, in from all over to celebrate it with you? Do you have a family tradition of watching the big city parades, or the two NFL football games, they televise every year? Got a favorite recipe you like to make? Or a favorite story you like to tell everyone? Yes, all these things add up to this nation’s celebration of all things domestic, and what is more American than saving some “dead presidents”?

If you’ve ever had to plan a Thanksgiving Day feast, you know that the cost of everything can certainly add up super fast! If this is your first year planning things, let me tell you this: everything can add up super fast (where have you heard this before? Oh yea, from me — one sentence ago). What to do about this nagging problem? Well, here go some practical tips for saving a lot of green on your next holiday feast (good luck, pilgrim): Continued

Every year, many people have stated that they wish they had better planned for taxes. It’s a fact that no one wants to be doing a last minute rush job during tax time, so tax planning is essential.

For your whole year to flow smoothly, you need to sort out your tax situation early. This is what tax planning is all about. Instead of being in a situation when you’re desperate for deductions to avoid paying the IRS, you could plan well, and get all your tax benefits in order. Once your taxes are wrapped up for this year, you should start planning for the next year. Following are some tips to help you along the way: Continued

One of my first cars was a 1984 Volkswagen Rabbit GTI (which was rusty red in color). I bought it off of an old mechanic in the early 90’s (sorry, I can’t pinpoint the date closer; all those years seem like a blur to me. God, I miss those days) and it had like 180 thousand miles on it. What the heck was I thinking, you ask? Why would I buy a car with this much mileage on it? Well, I was young and didn’t know any better (plus, my older brother and dad didn’t seem to care about helping me find something better. Jerks). Anyway, this began my back-in-the-day, solid love affair with everything VW made!

This sweet little car of mine took me everywhere and anywhere (the second Woodstock, up and down the Eastern Seaboard, and many other fantastic voyages that I don’t have the time to go over now, or care to explain to the police [4:20 time, anyone? Just kidding! Or am I?]). Not only that, but it never “asked” me for a thing in return — not once did it ever say, “Hey Pete, can you change my alternator?” or “Man, I could go for some brake work!” My buddy was a well-oiled, and solidly built machine — in fact, the only things that I ever had to change on Peter’s Rabbit (yea, that’s what I called him. Stupid, huh?) were the fluids, the two back tires (which were super cheap for this tiny car) the wiper blades and the serpentine belt (after it started to get really raggedly looking). Continued