The Real Estate Thread: Buying/Selling/Tips/News

[spike]

Congrats lenny. Do you have a car and student loans?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Thanks bro.

No student loans. I have a car loan with 4 years remaining. No interest so no incentive to pay it off.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Welp the frownhouse is officially paid off.

Congrats! What's th enext step fo ryou then? Save more moneynow?

Yeah. I need to use some savings to fix it up, in case the real estate market begins to be viable soon.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

congrats...go buy new clubs and a pizza

I should probably just get lessons.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Way to go Len! Would you care to discuss your financial portfolio?

I will just disclose that I probably need to invest in something. For as long as I’ve worked and contributed, I don’t feel as though my 401k has performed well.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Also I should add my payment had a been low af so it won’t be a lot of extra income coming.

[doug rr]

congrats...go buy new clubs and a pizza

I should probably just get lessons.

if the address you sent me is correct I will send that 60 degree wedge and an autographed golf ball soon

[lennytheweedwhacker]

congrats...go buy new clubs and a pizza

I should probably just get lessons.

if the address you sent me is correct I will send that 60 degree wedge and an autographed golf ball soon

Sweet. Thanks.

[spike]

Way to go Len! Would you care to discuss your financial portfolio?

I will just disclose that I probably need to invest in something. For as long as I’ve worked and contributed, I don’t feel as though my 401k has performed well.

How much do you have sitting around to invest?

[The Argonaut]

Don't try to do anything would with this extra money, Lenny. Time in the market is more reliable by than timing the market

[spike]

Argo stroking out

[tree_]

lenny, save your money, feign a terminal illness, and find a hot young gold digger

[doug rr]

the best stock investment this year has been in crocs

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Don't try to do anything would with this extra money, Lenny. Time in the market is more reliable by than timing the market

Please get help.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Way to go Len! Would you care to discuss your financial portfolio?

I will just disclose that I probably need to invest in something. For as long as I’ve worked and contributed, I don’t feel as though my 401k has performed well.

How much do you have sitting around to invest?

$450,000

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Way to go Len! Would you care to discuss your financial portfolio?

I will just disclose that I probably need to invest in something. For as long as I’ve worked and contributed, I don’t feel as though my 401k has performed well.

How much do you have sitting around to invest?

Also what's your stock/bond ratio?

7:2

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tree_]

you're definitely at least somewhat of a fiduciary

[spike]

lenny will retire at 50 then find love