Posted on July 12, 2008 @ 11:31 pm - Written by BawldGuy
Like the guy said, ‘What’a'ya frettin’ fer? It’s always darkest just before the boogie man shows up.”
Au contraire.
BawldGuy Axiom: It’s always darkest just before you stub the crap outa your toe.
No? Just like the movie recently spoiled on these pages, the biggest baddest boogie man ain’t gonna show up. He lives in our minds, put their by those selling nothin’ but crappola endings. I’m here to tell ya — ya don’t hafta believe the fertilizer they’re spreadin’ on all of our lawns. Instead of hangin’ our heads, let’s spread it around evenly and water it. ‘Fore we know it, we’ll all have the greenest lawns around.
Here’s a relatively little know version of Bobby Hebb’s Sunny — by Marvin Gaye. Enjoy your weekend.
Posted on July 11, 2008 @ 9:55 pm - Written by BawldGuy
While the movie plays out it’s last reel, which just started, by the way, let’s review the day’s goings on.
Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac are in a little trouble. More than a little actually, but not nearly as much as the mainstream media would have us believe, nor the powers that be for that matter. Not up to going through all the hoops on this, especially on Friday night. I’m sure you care almost as much as I.
As a nation we’re airing out all our troubles in public. It’s what we do. If there are any wrong doers, they’ll be dealt with. Frankly, I don’t think there are, unless there’s a new federal law — Felony Stoopid. Heck, we’d all be behind bars at one time or another if that was a crime.
Anyway, since it’s Friday, let’s see if we can’t find a video apropos to this past several days. Hey, I know one. Right on topic, what with the media airing all our dirty laundry — dirty or not. You know, kickin’ anyone and everyone, especially when they’re down. The sound doesn’t come on ’till about 10 seconds or so after video begins. Just so ya know. Oh — just for chuckles, pay attention to whom they dedicate the song.
Posted on July 1, 2008 @ 12:35 am - Written by BawldGuy
How many times have we been out to breakfast, looking at a menu showing mouth watering pictures of fresh squeezed orange juice? You know the one — a pitcher of juice surrounded by the most perfect oranges the Good Lord ever made? Then while leaving you pass the kitchen and see them mixin’ up another batch, throwing away the frozen concentrate. Hey, those oranges were fresh at some point, right?
It’s all about expectations, isn’t it? I’ve spoken to investment clubs, and the experience generally falls into three categories.
Newish club so mostly newbie investors — great questions, solid response
More mature club, a few ‘leaders’, one of which I inadvertently cross while talking
The ‘1 in 10′ club, interested only in real info, in depth detail, real expertise and advice
After a conversation yesterday with a long time client, I’ve decided what the heck, it might be time to revisit clubs. She recounted a recent trip outa state to her see her brother. They’re both seasoned investors, and he took her a meeting of the local club. She’d told them during a break about how we do things at Brown and Brown, and that we used to speak to clubs like theirs. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted on June 28, 2008 @ 11:58 pm - Written by BawldGuy
A few times yearly a positive perfect storm hits where I live. It happened today. Getting ready for a big family deal 60 miles up the 15, I messed around all day. The exception was a very cool conversation with a ridiculously smart young guy whose advice I’m considering. I say he’s smart, but he lives in the Phoenix area on purpose. I guess different strokes, etc., right?
Anyway, I went through the whole day gleefully anticipating the family deal — and never once, not even a hint of a thought about writing something semi-intelligent. Oh well. Life goes on, and something tells me your lives didn’t change ‘cuz I forgot to put on my real estate investment dude hat on. The family party? The best ever. Everyone had their sharpest double edged swords out. Haven’t laughed like that in a long time. I was cut to pieces, but got my share in too. The Glenlivet was smooth as always, and The Boss was lookin’ hot hot hot.
On an absolutely unrelated note, if you’ve heard of twitter.com you can follow me. I’ll be, ah, @bawldguy — duh. If you haven’t heard of twitter, check it out.
I’ll be back in spades tomorrow though, and that’s a promise.
Here’s some music designed to put a cool twist on the weekend, and smooth everything over. Blasts from the past. Even Lani’s gotta like these two.
Posted on June 22, 2008 @ 6:16 pm - Written by BawldGuy
Each year that goes by, more and more real estate investors holding San Diego income property are beginning to see the light. Information is so easily obtained these days, it’s hard not to, isn’t it? At what point do ya throw in the towel, asking yourself who to believe? Speaking for myself, I can’t look people in the eye and tell them San Diego is the place for their real estate investment capital. I need my eight hours a night.
Besides, how do ya think they feel when coming across a well located Texas property offering roughly the same income as theirs, but selling for half as much give or take? Not to mention the other property isn’t a fossil yet. In fact, most of what they’re seeing is new to only 5-10 years old. “Geez, I could own 2-4 times what I have now, and not have to manage it myself.” Yep.
Sounds good to me. Take some time and give a listen to some of podcasts here. Then, if the spirit moves ya, get ahold of me and we’ll figure out what your next move might be. Sometimes, even for San Diego income property owners, the next move is no move.
Next time a local guy tries telling you how super San Diego investment property’s gonna be again, think of this, ‘cuz they ain’t tellin’ ya true. Notice how the ‘go-go’ dancers have evolved over the years. Wow.
