tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32490357.post6966492092540314336..comments2024-02-28T09:44:26.949-06:00Comments on (Just) Popped in My Head: Wind in them thar hills...--Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884046413767054746noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32490357.post-85392239612196274182006-11-16T18:01:00.000-06:002006-11-16T18:01:00.000-06:00I never feel like WE have nothing to talk about. M...I never feel like WE have nothing to talk about. Maybe cause we have family in common. I hate dead air too. Dead air is a thing that teenagers do when they are on the phone with there boy/girlfriends because neither of them wants to hang up. Now in the days of cell phones, and paying by the minute at Peak unless you are talking to one of your "5" or your IN people, you pay through the nose for being on the phone.<br /><br />$450 for a bike? How 'bout my boss' son (who also works at Parker) just bought a mountain bike for $1400. Yep. You read it right. One thousand 4 hundred dollars. I told him he should have use that money to put a good down payment on an engagement ring for his girlfriend. His answer? What would I get? I said arm candy for the rest of you life. His girlfriend is very statuesque, a little meaty in some areas, but really pretty.<br /><br />Oh well. I have stuff in my head that I'd like to write about. Shoudl I start a blog?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com