I found a new blog called “Man Life.” The tag line on the blog is “Just What it Sounds Like.”

So, Man Life believes beef is a priority.  It’s right up there with boxing, monster trucks and the General Lee (you know, the car from “The Dukes of Hazzard.”)

I enjoy reading things from a man’s point of view. Gives me some insight. But, really, they’re not that mysterious. Really.

So, BREAKING NEWS, a tasty cut of beef is pleasing to a man.

Thank you, Man Life. My eyes are open now!

Now, if you could just tell me why they leave their socks in the middle of the floor on a pretty regular basis but get really angry when a certain female’s hairspray bottle encroaches on their side of the bathroom counter — THAT WOULD BE A BREAKTHROUGH.

Check out Man Life’s hilarious take on what’s important in life here. I’ll whisper under my breath to you that I wholeheartedly agree with many of his priorities. I’ll let you guess which ones I think are hooey.

Here it goes . . .

Steakburger, steakburger you’re so true
Sittin’ there all juicy — I think I love you.

If I dip you in Teriyaki will you hold it against me?
If so, can I at least get you all salt and peppery?

Could I drape you in cheese and hug you tight?
And top you off with a bun just right?

If you let me do these things it’ll be a dream come true,
Cuz I haven’t eaten all day and it’s already 10:32!

All right, it kinda stinks but I’m really hungry . . .

Just look at that! How can you resist?

I went to visit my neighbors yesterday. And while the kids were jumping on the trampoline an amazing smell wafted out into the yard from their kitchen.

I went inside and asked Eddie what that magnificent smell was.

It was beef tenderloin with carmelized onions — the exact recipe I had posted here yesterday, only without the croissants. He used French bread.

Is it karma, is it coincidence, is it another force at work? Or just dumb luck.

I don’t know, but it was pretty cool. And it was darn good. I had already served my children a gourmet meal of Burger King but I did have a taste.

It was really flavorful. The onions made it so tasty.

And it was much more satisfying than the chicken strips “The King” had served me.

I’m thinking the forces at work were telling me I should have stayed home and made that recipe rather than letting my kids dupe me into going to BK so they could get an Indiana Jones toy.

But that is the glamorous life I live . . .