tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30315257016016303992009-06-04T09:17:25.616-07:00The periodical musings, rantings or digital-diarrhea spewed from an observer of life.Jason Wickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832684378988395459noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031525701601630399.post-63256871632813823642008-09-04T07:11:00.000-07:002008-09-04T07:12:20.305-07:00Hey, just finished my new DJ site, check it out <a href="http://dj.jasonwicker.com">dj.jasonwicker.com</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031525701601630399-6325687163281382364?l=www.jasonwicker.com'/></div>Jason Wickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832684378988395459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031525701601630399.post-39349463855163141292007-04-20T12:53:00.000-07:002008-12-12T00:19:55.941-07:00<p>For thirty years (WAY before I was born, for all you mathematicians) I have wished to own a home. I would tell my Dad about my dreams and wishes and curiously he would ask me, (and I think he made this up), 'wish in one hand and shit in the other -- which one fills up first?" My father died a few years back and I was never able to give him the answer.</p><br />Well, after all this time I finally can answer that question -- Father, the <span style="font-weight: bold;">shit</span> filled-up faster.<br /><br />Although embarrassing and quite messy, I think I learned something. Sometimes life gives you shit. Lots of worthless shit. And wishing for something else doesn't work. So although I have had my share of shit, if I wanted a house; I need to go get a house.<br /><br />So that's what I did.<br /><br />Here it is:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRnXvQQtFCw/RkIsc7H1sDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePf3M9-AI7Q/s1600-h/My+House.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRnXvQQtFCw/RkIsc7H1sDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePf3M9-AI7Q/s400/My+House.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062657806536388658" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031525701601630399-3934946385516314129?l=www.jasonwicker.com'/></div>Jason Wickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832684378988395459noreply@blogger.com2