It was pretty cool day. We laughed, played, tickled, and had fun.
Driving down the freeway in the convertible, with the top down, we got waved at by six people in another convertible.
I love how that Mustang convertible makes me feel.
Sonny was in a great mood. The tenants called twice. Everything is going quite well.
Hopefully, we'll be a Certified Loan Signers by next Friday.
Becky and I polished the day off by dropping in at Arizona Charlie's for Bingo.
I generally don't like Bingo, but for the price, its great entertainment.
Basically, we were in a room with a 300 geriatric people who were daubing their cards to the beat of the ball picker.
Every once in a while, we'd hear a feeble sounding "beeengoooo".
I still remember the days when Bingo was offered at casinos for free...man, was that a long time ago.

Its all lit up. If it wasn't for the lack of people, you wouldn't even know its shut down.
The Strip is always an interesting place to cruise on chilly nights.
It was in the 50's and people are wearing short sleeve shirts, even in convertables.

Its a story about a guy who has a remote that lets him fast forward, reverse, play and pause any part of his life.
What a weird concept!
I want to write a book called OverWear
It's about a guy who, when he wears other peoples underwear, he becomes them.
The story line could go like:
- He puts on his wifes underwear and becomes her, then meets her secret lover. 
Then he takes off his wife's underwear while in bed, and becomes himself again.
- He tries on his bosses underwear, and gives himself a raise!
- He wears his wife's underwear, and goes to her gym!
Now there's an Adam Sandler movie for you!
This idea probably took as much thought as "Click".

Gotta a cold. Trying an OTC called "Airborne", highly recommended by GMa.
Talked to Ida this morning, she just got over her cold.
Jennifer had a cold last weekend.
Guess its going all around.

Becky and I went to Joes Crab Shack waiting for Paul and GMa to join us.
While waiting we ordered an appetizer (lobster and crab dip)...YUM.
45 minutes late, Paul, Gma, Renee and Jonathon joined us...but by then, I was semi-full (cuz I wolfed the dip).
Anyway, I ordered a Fishermans Platter, which I took home in a doggy box.
I told Sonny he could eat it when I got home. He left me $17 on my desk for it in the morning...wow.
The result of the night:
- I paid $60 for dinner, which is GREAT,
-We had a very nice time,
-Sonny ate my left overs and should catch my cold, oops.
On the way home
The Tennants squared up the rent, finally.
We stopped by GMas and ate a BDay cake. It had a headstone on it that read "Over the Hill. Too Old to Count".
While there, we talked a lot, and had quite a few laughs.
Another good day has gone by.

1 1/2 cups - graham crackers crumbs
1/4 cup- sugar
1/3 cup - butter or margine, melted
1 8 oz package - of cream cheese, softed
2 tablespoons - milk
3 1/2 cups - cool whip
2 -pints strawberries, hulled & halved
1 can (20-oz) crushed pineapple
3 - bananas sliced
2 - packages (4 serving size) jello vanilla flavor - instant pudding
3 1/2 -cups cold milk
combine crumbs, 1/4 cups sugar and melted butter. press firmly into bottom of 13x 9 inch pan chill.
beat cream cheese with -1/4   sugar and 2 tablespoons of milk until smooth. fold in half of  the whip topping.
spread over crust then arrange bananas, pineapple, & strawberries in a even layer
using 3 1/2 cups cold milk, prepare pudding as directed on package, pour over berries.
chill several hours or over night.
shortly before serving spread remaining whipped topping over pudding. Garnish with additional strawberries,
if desired, chill.

Relationships Chart

I believe people doom themselves once they start believing a magic pill, phrase, or symbolic action will fix all of their problems.
People get rich, in many ways, just by pure chance.
If a megabucks slot machine pays someone $3,000,000, it has paid out 1 million to 1 for the investment.
It would be ridiculous to write a book on "How to win at Megabucks".
I know at least three people who have lost fortunes chasing get-rich-quick schemes:
One friend with his ski-bike; my Dad and a friend with their options and futures trading.

I would hope that people achieve wealth by working hard and paying close attention to their business's details.
My Dad and my Uncle are a good example of how well people learn in this life.
The Polarity between these two is astounding.
My Dad played his get rich quick schemes throughout his lifetime.
Dad thought he cound find the secrets to long life, rapid wealth, and spiritual happiness.
He held disdain for the religious and the wealthy.
As a result, we grew up poor.
Dad's logic was flawed. He hated rich people while wanting to become one.
My Uncle got rich through hard work.
He went with the flow and learned from the wealthy.
As a result, his kids grew up and received the education they needed to succeed.
Stocks and Bonds do make money
Its what they net after inflation and expenses that count.
If there was an easy investment scheme that payed even 10% , the economy would buckle.
The rich would be doing it and this would be a country with no middle class.
Imagine, never doing anything more for the rest of your life, by using an investment scheme.
We hear from the winners in stocks while the losers remain quiet.
Why do people like Donald Trump keep building their wealth?
Because he enjoys it. I doubt that wealth cannot sustain itself without action.

Dad built himself a beautiful house.

Dad said he built it for us.
He left his life insurance to his wife. That was the right thing to do.
Dad burned us, though.
-Dad burned Sonny on the house that was paid off with an accident settlement.
The money should have been put in a trust, but instead, it paid off the shack we grew up in (with 5 acres of land).
He got Sonny to Quit Claim to him after Sonny turned 21. 
In effect, he used the money from Sonny's accident settlement to build the house above. 
Sonny felt he didn't deserve the house, may be, may be not, but it was rightfull his.
Dad took advantage of Sonny's feelings on this. He didn't even put Sonny's name on the new house as a coowner.
-Dad burned Linda with her newborn baby by kicking her out.
-Dad burned me by lying to me, threatening to sue me during the worst time in my life and talking behind my back.
I went on to ignore him for years.
Then he borrowed on it to build himself a ice cream shop in a failing mall.
When he lost his house and ice cream shop:
-He went on to live in his wife's son house.
-He went on to talk about his will which he never filed.
-He went on to talk about his big life insurance policy for Sonny, which he fumbled.
I realize none of the above sounds good...but good did come out of Dad
Dad gave me a goal. He was my mentor is a non-traditional way.
As a kid, I swore I would never pick up his bad traits.
I'm the only one to finish college, work my way up to having my own corporation.
I've had two houses for over 21 years.
I didn't get my inspiration from Dad. I got it from my Step-Dad who was a great guy.
My Step Dad and my Mom were my best friends in this life.
Dad was ripped off in life, I suppose.
He never quite made anything of himself.
I hope he gets a chance to do-it-all-over. Its possible, I suppose.

We tried to play frisbee golf at Freedom Park, but someone rented the public park again.
We couldn't even feed the ducks. So sad people can rent a park and charge admission.
Right now, we're cooking Stuffed peppers with a side of meatloaf...its a meat lover's night in!

Ryerson Smith
4455 S Pecos #B; Las Vegas, NV 89121
Call: 702-878-4809, Fax: 446-8261
Email: jryersonsmith@usa.net
He'll be my resident agent. Plus, he's going to help me with these nasty forms.
It's been 10 years since I've incorporated.

The outdoor thermometer said 44 degrees! wow

I think she meant cirrhosis, but I think he died from tuberculosis.

Jennifer said that about Jonathon.
Looking confused, I asked her "Do you mean he we won't be receiving your Grand mom's help because he's getting a job, and he's not lying about getting a job?".
She said, "No, I don't know what that means. Ask Grandma.".
I asked her, "Does it mean he's receiving Christ's ghost or something religious like that?".
She said, "No, he's receiving information, I guess.".
I said, "So, he's receiving information about a job, and not lying to them?".
I know...I'm trying to make sense out of things that don't make sense.
A talent I have got to learned is how to look like I'm listening, when I'm not.

While at the mall, Dustin did and said things that amazed me:
- He told me how I could get away with not working while working at a job
He said, scribble some stuff on a paper, then go to sleep on it.
I said, why would you think like that? Why wouldn't you just do your job?
- He pushed me
I pulled him, he fell down. Then I scolded him about pushing, poking, and hitting things.
- He said, if I knew karate, I could flip you.
I told him nope. You're too small. The bigger animal usually wins a fight. 
I asked him, why would want to hurt me?
He said, I just said it because I could.
I said WHY?
I've taken you to the Forum Shops, a park, bought you drinks, driven you up the Strip.
I took you to a mountainside and a raginig desert wash today.
He said, I don't know. I just said it.
I don't understand why he thinks like he does.
He didn't get it from you Becky. You are a hard worker, you are honest and you never hurt things.
He seems to be your opposite. Wow.