Food

Why go to the club to waste tons of money, where you’re forced to put up with way-too-loud music, girls that only want you to buy them a drink, and those annoying New Jersey Douche Bags that show up like cockroaches to spread their disease (read: phoniness, with a few layers of self-tanner, globs of hair gel and way too many Jagerbombs)? How can anyone truly have fun like this?

Well, here’s a thought: why not throw a great party at your place instead? Kind of like a House Party, without Kid and Play (if they show up, that would be pretty damn sweet). For starters, you’d get to invite who you want over (which is probably not going to include those aforementioned d-bags [unless you’re one of them, and you’re into that sort of thing]) listen to the music you want to hear, and at a level that won’t drown out any potentially interesting conversations! And the most important part: You’ll be saving a ton of cash along the way (think about how much you spent last time: bet it was over $100, right? Yea, I thought so!). Continued

I was in the cafeteria at work the other day, and saw what could only be described as a new American tradition: a co-worker of mine threw out not one, but two snacks she got out of the vending machine. Why, you ask? Well, because they were slightly past their expiration date. What has the media done to us, people? Why have they scared us into throwing perfectly good things away? Please, for the love of God, tell me that I’m not the only one who disregards the sell-by-date rule for most items! Continued

Ever since I was a kid, I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up: a writer. Well, except for the few times I changed it to become an astronaut, superhero, or president (oh, the indecisiveness of the young mind).

However, I always came back to my first love: I read endlessly (still do) and could always weave a story that could hold an audience. Storytelling is what I was always good at (at least I thought so).

What I was bad at was basketball (too short) math (too boring) and any job that forced me to sit at a desk for forty-plus hours a week and pull stones for the “man” (way too boring)! With this in mind, there are only so many places that will pay you a decent wage while studying under these circumstances. My place: an Italian restaurant. My job back then: waiting on tables. My job today: showing you how to save money! Past meet present. So here goes nothing … Continued

Men, if you’re like the rest of us, you hate the supermarket!

Why this is true, I couldn’t tell you! We’re just born to hate certain things, and this happens to be one of them. As for me, I actually put off going as long as I can, until I eventually run low on food and am forced to drive over there. When this time does come, I know exactly what I’ll need to get so I can limit my trips to this dreaded place. If you want to make this process go much easier for yourself, just do what I do: take the following list along with your regular grocery list, and you’ll save both money and your sanity. Continued

Shame on you, Mickey D’s!

When it’s time to meet my maker, this corporate nightmare’s idea of healthy eating is not the last thing I want clogging up my arteries. Your money would be better spent eating out at your local diner (who was never accused of using horse-meat)!

Better yet: learn to cook at home, and then do it! Your family will love you for it in the long run.