well yesterday we got our images printed for my fathers RLDx06 gift. looking pretty good. we may even run some more still while the going is looking as good as it does. walgreens was on that super good and quick yesterday so that helped a lot. motivated us a little get to finialise things a wee bit before started to 'wrap' our way up to the final days leading up the grand-de-ol' twenty-fitfth of december. i guess joey mercury busted his nose in a ladder match on sunday. shattered some crap pretty good, 14 stiches from the inside of his nose, and 4 on the outside. apparently nothing blocked his airways despite the horrible look he had, so that is wonderful and great to hear, i hope he recovers soon enough and gets to beat the shit out of whoever he was in that match with, regardless of who it was, upon his return. apparently gregory helms busted his mouth open a bit too. shame, shame.. i'm on that good drive to sendick's fine foods cos the lenin tortoise needs some good green. going for that holding up of the anti-pick-n-save grocery experience. working out rather well. what i cannot find at walmart, sentry or piggly wiggly does have. i've had bread from the bakery at walmart that's better than the best things served up at pick n save during the holidays. horrible shit, all this time with no one to challenge. anyways i'm on that up up up and gone in a second. just wanted to post _something_ to denote that life still lingers my presense. todays preferred song is: _"you never can tell"_ by **check berry**. you'll know this song from pulp fiction. they won a trophy dancing to this song. i swear, if i ever dance; boy let it be to that song! puts me in such a wonderful mood. i wish i could dance or sing in public like i can while i'm at work. yeah... other random notes. if you looking for lyrics, usually the whole page of results are domains with super ads. i've found great glory on the last result of the third page, always, like coca-cola! sendicks and petrol. <!--more lyrics-->  _"You Never Can Tell"_ **Chuck Berry** It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished 'em well You could see that Pierre did truly love the Mademoiselle Now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell C'est la vie say the old folks it goes to show you never can tell. They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and gingerale But when Pierre found work the little money comin' worked out well C'est la vie say the old folks it goes to show you never can tell. They had a hi-fi phono, boy did they let it blast Seven hundred little records all rockin' rhythm and jazz But when the sun went down the rapid tempo of the music fell C'est la vie say the old folks it goes to show you never can tell. They bought a souped up jitney twas a cherry red fifty three They drove it to New Orleans to celebrate their anniversary It was there where Pierre was wadded to that lovely madamoiselle C'est la vie say the old folks it goes to show you never can tell. It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished 'em well You could see that Pierre did truly love the madamoiselle Now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell C'est la vie say the old folks it goes to show you never can tell. C'est la vie say the old folks it goes to show you never can tell. C'est la vie say the old folks it goes to show you never can tell..