Woof..... There goes another one of my "favorite" old hotel/casino on the Lost Wages Strip. A sad day. Why did you let it happen, Jimmy Cutlar? You probably funded that $4 billion to the builders of the Echelon complex. Bite, Bite, Bite anybody who does that. 

Stardust is closing today at noon, to make way for the 4 billion dollar Echelon complex.
Wow...I did say that right!
It opened in 1958.

This really puts pressure on Phil Ruffin to finally make a decision about The Frontier.
With Echelon, Encore, Palazzo and The Trump Towers, The Frontier will look like a trailer park surrounded by luxury if something isn't done - And Circus Circus will probably have to go as well.

Jennifer,Becky,Renee,Jonathon,Dustin at the Green Valley Ranch.

Becky and Jim, gobbling around at the Green Valley Ranch.
One kid asked me what I was supposed to be.
I said, I'm a "Hekifino".
In this picture, is just my imagination or is my head HUGE!

And it didn't cost anything.

CBS NEWS
She says, fat people, per year, are using 1 billion more gallons of gas than 40 years ago.
Lets see now. 40 years ago, 1966...
How many people drove cars then?
Did we even have freeways?
The population went from 200 million in 1966 to 300 million in 2006.
Looking at this closer, a car weighs around 3,000 lbs.
The full tank alone weighs 160 lbs.
A spare tire (or over weight belly) must weigh around 20 lbs.
So, lets blame the driver. haha
And my truck gets 12 miles per gallon now.
That's what trucks in the 60's got.
But, lets not blame automotive technology.
Lets blame FAT PEOPLE! haha
See now, I might have said:
- Don't lose weight, your probably driving because your overweight.
- Don't keep a spare tire in the trunk.
- Drive on empty
- Remove the back seats
- Remove anything that might use excessive energy, like those 400 watt boom boxes.
- Remove the air conditioner.
- Never roll down your window while going down the freeway.
Why not say, lets all hate fat people, and while we're at it, hate driving our cars too.
What do you drive, Katie?

To me family is a group of people that take care of eachother,  are there for eachother, that love eachother.. That is what family is. Well I have not had the greatest thing in family since i was alittle kid always moving in group homes, foster homes, shelters, and even Jail. But that is not the reason why I am writing this letter I am writing this cause i heard poeple hare wondering why I dont talk or invite my self over or visit anymore. Well here are my reasons... When we got to Grandmas place everybody is off in there own little world staying in eachothers rooms nobody visiting eachother or hanging like a family should. It would be a lot better if people actually visited eachother oh and another thing family outings like b-days and family fun Joy and I are not invited why is that why werent we told about it? And when we ask for a little help for something or want somthing we get charged for it or somthing happens that i said negative torwards somebody or something and it gets talked about it over and over, It need to be let go tell the person your talking about not to someone else. why gossip? Oh and when we go visit we mostly here a lot of complaing about eachother and then my lady comes home al;l upset telling me about everythign that was said or happend and she is upset and makes me upset cause most of it is about us why?? well i dont need that anymore. to me this is not a family. this is why i strive every day to show her a real family and what its liek to be close and do things together I dont want my kid to grow up like i did I am not going to kick her on the streets at 15 and 16 no matter what there is always otehr options in life and you only have one so live it the bst you can and hope your kid does better. to me thats what life and family is about we love we care we are close to eachother.. I have been sitting back getting a feel testing waters and looking at my family and know that i have i see how they are it is all jacked up to me i dont consider it a family to me this is the reason why i have become quite and I choose not to visit cause its not soemthing i need in my life it brings me down and I do not need that. I have chosen to remove my self from everybody and i plan to stay that way for a while i dont want any part in this family for a while i cant stand it and i have been upset about it for a while and i am through.. Joy will prob still talk or do whatever but i am out i am tired of it i dotn want it and cant take it anymore this is not a family in fact i dotn think i have yet to have a real family that i could get along with and trust and be there for without all the comotion.. but i will still love everyone and everybidy because i am part of you guys still but i dont like what we are i mean we need to take care of eachther there isnt much of us left theres only 6 of us int he spurling family left think abotu that compared to other families we dont know other cousins or brothers or sisters we jsut have our sleves and we need to be there for eachother and have good times not fighting arguing complaining about someone or something. family is for eachother lvoe eachother but this family i see here is full of hate or still mad at things and cant let them go and its not good.. so for know i draw myt self away for a while when i am ready and i feel i am then i will talk but for know i love you all much but i dont want to be a part of this anymore      

She was away, but returning when I left for Minneapolis.  She met me in st Paul on monday and left for montana and is on the train comin back today.  Of course I will  miss her return because I have to do a job Sunday morning.  aye yaye yaye. "At this rate maybe well never get there". 

Just imagine if you were driving a Fererri Enzo. Or is that a Enzo Fererri? Like the guy who crashed one into a telephone pole or something in Malibu earlier in the year at 162 mph. The car was valued at $1 million. Note: The key word here is "was"....

To watch a football game with Bobby Shannon, someone I worked with at Northrop, and back in 1999/2000 in Boston, MA. We're cheering for opposing teams, so if his team wins, I am grabbing his 50" Sony High Def LCD 1080p TV and making a quick bolt for the door as I head back to Altamonte Springs.

And he's working at your favorite place, Raymond James.

Butt Dust is the same thing as Dingleberries....

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you can raed tihs psas it on !!

Its depressing when you find your own father despised you.
All I tried to do was be his friend.
Dad and I talked a lot this last year.
He apologized for threatening to sue me.
He apologized for blaming me for losing the St Louis cross when my house got broken into and robbed.
I told him to forget about it, I realized he was just ranting.
He told me he thought he hadn't lived a good life. I told him I thought he had done just fine, that he had a good life.
However, his written words reach out beyond his grave.
Dad missed his calling to be a good parent.
He was never there for me.
We grew up poor, with an outhouse, and a pump well. We washed our clothes in #10 tubs.
Dad was a bricklayer, which should have been good money back then. Most Kentucky houses are brick.
But Dad was constantly sick, with his retina detaching, his arm going numb (he pulled a needle threw it).
He was a hypo-chondriac, which is why I still avoid doctors. I didn't want to be like that.
I was so depressed living in his house once Mom moved out, so at 14 (1970), I moved out to live with my Grandfather.
I moved in with my mom and my step-father from there.
I got Sonny into real estate when I was twenty one.
I'd put myself through college.
I offered Dad $40,000 to invest, and he turned me down.
I borrowed $2,000 and gave him back $2,500 in two months.
Nobody in the family, except for me, Aunt Tass or Uncle Art has done anything for him (to my knowledge).
About Mom and her estate:
Mom left me everything that was left over after her estate was close, that included this house's mortgage.
Basically, Kelly got $80k and I got $80k, but I had to pay the Probate lawyer $12k and take care of Mom's bills for 90 days. I also got this house free and clear, and thats where I really made out.
Dad thought I was a fool
He wanted me to give my inheritance to Kelly because she had kids. Kelly had already gotten half.
Dad thought I should invest in Vector Vest, a stock scam, instead of buying real estate in Las Vegas.
Mom didn't leave Sonny much, so I paid off the condo and put my name on it.
I also bought a house in Summerlin.
He was insensitive to my feelings
When I took out the St Louis Medallion (from a Safety Deposit Box), and my house got robbed, he threatened to sue me.
(never mind, that I left the house to wrap up an IRS audited which I beat, or that I just had major surgery with 3 bags hanging off of me, or that I was going through a divorce).
I suppose, in his mind, he damned me for moving in with Mom.
Now that I've read his letters, and will read more eventually, I finally know what he was saying about me.
He has told Tass, Sonny, and probably everyone else, what a terrible guy I am.
He dismissed these facts as being nothing to talk about:
I payed off the condo for Sonny.
I offered Dad $40k to play with.
I payed him the equivilent of 400%  interest on $2k he'd loaned me.
Meanwhile, in his letters, he's calling me the equivalant of an idiot because I bought real estate instead of running a program called Vector Vest, and investing in its stock picks.
All I can say is, fooey on Dad.
In Dad's words, and in his deeds, he did his best to turn people against me.
Dad did Sonny wrong
A settlement was awarded to Sonny. He suffered from damages in an auto accident while Grandfather was driving. 
Mom used the settlement to pay off the house on Hinkleville Road.
The house placed in Sonny's name. 
Which we grew up in that house.
After Sonny turned 21, Dad got Sonny to Quit Claim the house to him.
Dad sold that house and went on to build a 2 story house, and start an Ice Cream shop.
Dad lost everything. Sonny did not get his settlement money. 
All that talk about he was building the house for us, and what he was doing was just talk.
If there was an insurance settlement for my child,
and I used it to pay off my house, but had to put it in the childs name, I wouldn't hustle the child out of it when he turned 21. The money should have been put in a trust to begin with. I think I would have been grateful for all the years I lived there for free.
In short, Dad not leaving Sonny with a nickel was a total screw.
He left his insurance policys to his 90 year old wife. She'll leave it her 60 year old children.
Sonny didn't get the settlement, the house or anything...as promised. He did get a violin.
Judy mentioned that Dad raised him. What father demands payment from his child for raising him?
I don't understand these people.
Well, Sonny is my partner, and I have Becky by my side.
Whats mine is theirs.
Anyone else Dad spoke too about me doesn't concern me any more.

This is just too weird!!!! Leave it to Dennifer and GrandMal...

That's because you have not seen the "King Mike (Ginsburg)" bible. It's an old, vintage 1973 IBM Fortran IV manual.

I'm howling at the rain... I am going to hope for minus 15 degree weather in Lost Wages for the coming week. Hot cocoa? How about Warm Brandys? Sounds better to me.

Good ole Sly Stallone... Oops, I mean Rambo... Well, that is weird to hear that it's almost down to nothing. But like most things, it never lasts for ever. Or even a long time, sometimes. Give your resume a try at Inrigers and Rambo (TSI). Well, visit Finnegans another day soon, when you "know" Frank will be there. And let me know what he has to say, and how he's doing. HOWL!!! 

So, we'll probably have to go through eviction procedures Thursday if they don't contact us.
hmmm...I've been on the road all day since 10am (with exception of 1.5 hours). Sheesh.

We devoted most of the day to Joy's getting her job.
Robert squared up with me, and bought the little laptop too.
While at Walmart (for her polo shirt), I bought a xD card for my cell phone.
It was bound up so tight, I got the package open, and the xD just seemed to disappear.
I had to get another miniSD card for my camera, since it seems to ruin them easily.
Also, I checked around for Evap Purge Canister Valve for the Mustang
It causes the Check Engine Light (MIL) to come on. It was on the web for $28. Ford Country said they had it for $112. I double checked, and they spaced, they looked up the wrong car, year, everything. It turned out to be $31.
I changed it out in 5 minutes.
Meanwhile...we still have Amy here, and we need to pick up our rent money, and pick Joy up.
This day seemed like a waste.

 I had a Big O mechanic point at out where the EVAP purge canister was.

Diagnostic Trouble Code (DTC) P1443 indicates a failure in the EVAP canister purge valve circuit. The Evaporative Emissions (EVAP) Canister Purge (CP) valve controls the flow of vapors from the fuel vapor storage canister to the intake manifold during various engine operating modes.
The canister purge valve is located at the LH front of the engine compartment, below the air cleaner assembly.

Big O charged $49. They rotated the tires too. Nice job!

Went all over the Sunrise mountains, in the rocks and up the hills.
Most of the way up the mountain, I pulled over to get out to enjoy the view.
Dustin was going to hang in the car, toying with his gameboy.
At that time, I told him it would be fine with everyone if hung out of at Roberts.
He said he was shutting the game down.
We went to a new Sunrise Park.
Great View!
Played around the raging Las Vegas Wash.
I tested the 97 Mustang on the rocks for skidding and the emergency breaks.
Becky went nuts! She kept freaking out!
I told her, if she couldn't handle a skid, she should never drive a car.
And the only way to know a car is by practicing in it. The back tires are light, so traction is bad.
Went down the Strip.
We toured the Forum Shops and saw all the shows.
At one point, Dustin, trying to get attention, pushed me and I pulled him, so he fell, thus causing a scene.
I told him, don't push, poke or hit people. Treat people right or expect to get hurt.
Finally we, go back home at 11pm.
Jennifer says she lost her overnight bag when we got home.
If it weren't for all of the bickering, it would have been fun.
The capper was the last few minutes driving. I was stopped a left hand turn light.
Becky made a noise. I thought she said GO, that the light had changed.
I said Becky! She said she didn't say anything, then Jennifer jumped right in to say Becky didn't say anything.
I said, Becky did said something, I know what I heard, you can't tell me otherwise. 
That was very annoying.
I'm tired.

Louis Julian Poissan Cutlar
Born: 07/17/1923.
Died: 09/05/2006. Age: 83 years old.
Erie, Erie County, Pennsylvania
Funeral: Brugger Mortuary 09/09/2006
Social Security: 245-24-7178

Jimmy... Last XMAS, you were with Ms Rebecky, so how could it be so bad? Right, I was there to ruin it. Bad me. Bad Dog! Bad Dog!

jim you are halarisaous(spelling) i had fun too. we have to do this again. need help on gettig used to msn messanger. dustin is telling me jokes and im trying to consentate on what im doing o well

OK now I have a P1443 code and my book only goes up to P0999 or somthing like that. does anyone know what the heck P1443 is???? STUPID Pocket Scanner!

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It's an evaporative emissions dtc. To cure it, replace the canister purge valve and the flow sensor next to it. It should be located near the rear of the engine compartment on the pass side ona Mustang.
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One log says that the gas cap being lose (not screwed on tight) is the most common cause for this Check Engine light.
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The purge flow sensor is being tripped.

Could be the sensor or purge control valve, but the first place I would check is the gas cap seal.

Other possibilities:

EVAP system lines/hoses (check for proper connections, damage or blockage)

Loose fuel vapor hose/tube connections to the EVAP system components.

The vacuum line from the input vacuum port to the intake manifold on the EVAP canister purge valve (the control vacuum solenoid part of the valve) is removed.

Blocked vacuum hose between the EVAP canister purge valve solenoid and the engine intake manifold.

Damaged fuel tank or fuel filler pipe.

sweet, thank you for the kudz! I edited it shortly after , removing some reduncity, replaced the heading.  The link in 'recent logs' still loads the former, perhaps some db field needs to be bumped.  Totally dig immersing myself in your musings, thoughts and stories as well.  You possess a well balanced pleasant and relevant sense for language, and dispense it naturally, interestingly and most often it is rooted in some love or another for what is good in the world.  I guess that means life.
ciao bebbe

 I notice, yeah , um, highlites, which pleasantly demarcate interwise. beauty.  suppose I could try a hand at it , but its more mun to wait and see how another iffagines the editing.. ooh yeah!

Our CPA firm is Chavez & Koch. They are in Henderson.

What would be worse, tommorrow being a failure or tommorrow never coming at all.
Two months ago I almost died. Last month my father died.
I have no career, just dreams of a future. Dad's tour of life is over.
We're all just a few heart beats away from the end so what difference does anything make anyway?
For all we know, this life is a dream and when we die, we wake up.
That's what I prefer to think.
That thought allows me think anything we dream of is possible, even life itself.

Jimmy went to FLY'S Electronics... Lucky guy... So did you also get a new pocket knife? Hee Hee....