Gunny Walker

  Was talking to Kelly yesterday. Kelly's worked at Sam's Club for years. He says that he works with a guy that invests in the stock market. He makes a lot of money. Of course, he's pretty excited about it. He says that he would love to be able to do what that guy does. Of course, Kelly has never tried to figure out what the guy is doing.
  Then Kelly says that he is wanting to build himself a barn and go to the cattle auction and buy some more horses and expand his Nascar room. Of course, the thing is that Kelly knows this guy. This guy makes pretty good money. Kelly should be picking his brain to figure out what to do next. Of course, he isn't.
  Kelly needs to get a computer first. Kelly wants to get some goats. Kelly wants to do this and that, but never winds up doing anything about it. It pisses me off.
  On a similar note, I've got to call my lawyer. He was supposed to be helping me with this house that I bought. I went to see him a month ago and didn't hear anything back. I called him last week. He said that he had forgotten about me. Okay, at least he is honest about it. He said that he would call me day before yesterday, but I have yet to hear from him. I guess that I will need to be going to get my papers from the sheriff for myself. Then I guess I can sit down and have him help me figure out what to do.
  Sorry, I'm just sitting here eating breakfast giving myself a pep talk.
  The best bit of advice I ever got was from my brother. It was October of 2001. I wish that I had thought more about what was going on around me. I had just read Rich Dad, Poor Dad or Richest Man in Babylon (They are both pretty much the same book.) and was telling him how I was going to open an account with a brokerage company. I was going to do it, but first I was wanting to change banks and then read some more books and find a good company to invest in.
  My brother then said to me. "Stop. Right now. What are you waiting on? You'll always have something to wait on. Do it now. Right now."
  And then it hit me that he was right. I did it. I drove to Scottrade on my next day off an deposited my first 500 bucks. One day, I'll go into further detail about the first stock I ever bought.
  Anyway, I'm just sitting here eating my breakfast. I'd figure that I'd put something in. I'm going to call my lawyer and tell him that I am going to the sheriff to get the paperwork myself. Forget all this waiting for them to mail it for me. Then I'll make an appointment for him to help me fill them out.
  I've waited long enough for this house to get taken care of. Now it's time to take care of business. I should have been planning to sell this place by now.