Hello fellow Jabber Loggers! I just wanted to do a quick post to thank all of you for reading and keeping up with me. Today marks a huge day for Jabber Log as WordPress chose one of my posts to add to the “Freshly Pressed” section of their homepage. I have never had that happen before but I dig it and thanks once again for reading. I enjoy writing, blogging, and sharing myself with all of you. I will continue to do what I do here on Jabber Log and stay tuned. I have a lot more to come and in less than two weeks, “Diaper Wars” will be in full swing. Keep reading, like it, love it, share it! Cheers!
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On today’s edition of The Creative Corner, Jabber Log features a very talented artist. Comics to Canvas is the creation of Crystal Martinez, an artist who paints from her heart and soul. She currently holds a B.A. in Psychology and is working towards her Master’s and Ph.D. Crystal has always loved art and has been drawing and painting since her days in elementary school. It has continued into adulthood, however, her passion wasn’t realized until her second semester of college. In her own words she states,
“I didn’t discover my true love of Pop Art until my second semester of community college. I had painted a Master Copy of Roy Lichtenstein’s Drowning Girl in my painting I class and from that moment on I knew that Pop Art would become my style of choice.”
Since then she has painted numerous pieces involving pop culture in her own version of Pop Art. She has won numerous awards for her work and one was even purchased by her school as a feature in their private collection. From then on her work was also featured on posters and t-shirts when she won a contest for an annual Mardi Gras celebration in Lake Wales, Florida. Her work revolves mostly around comic book images and characters but in no way takes credit for the original creation. Other inspiration comes from movies, cultural icons, and every day life. She focuses on closeups in her work. It’s the emotion and expression of a person or character that drives her artistic vision. In her own words she states,
“My version of Pop Art focuses on taking those popular images and centering on faces and expressions and painting them with bold black lines and adding beautiful bright colors.”
Crystal has twenty plus works of art under her belt. This does not include those that she has sold off. She is now working on a web site to showcase her work and talent. As of right now she is working on new works of art and taking requests. The price ranges from $200-$300 depending on the canvas size and the amount of paint needed to complete the project. Typically the canvas’s are 16X20 and those are usually $200. Do not miss the opportunity to own a great work of art by up and coming Pop Artist Crystal Martinez. Her passion can be seen in every work of art. You can reach her by email at email@example.com Below is a look at her work.Post Views: 182
Jabber Log would like to send a shout out to all the mom’s in the world. We love you very much and thank you for taking all that we give you. No doubt you have all been puked on, pooped on, and simply babied us when you deserved it more than we did. You put others before yourself and you don’t always get all the credit but that is what makes you the best. Speaking as myself now and not just an entity, I would like to wish a Happy Mother’s Day to my Mom Gloria, my Grandmother’s Manuela and Consuelo, and my Mother in Law Teri.
To the ladies pictured here; you are the greatest and speaking for myself, Ryan, and Chad, we love you very much and you are going to be great mom’s. All three of you are glowing and we dig that! In a few months when you are doing the hard work you can have a sigh of relief knowing that we are there to back you up…and possibly passing out or running around freaking out because we don’t know what to do to make the pain any easier. Cheers!Post Views: 240
I have been scared of a lot of things in life. A lot of it is every day stuff but big bodies of water are not my friend, I don’t like clowns (like Pennywise), and up until a few years ago, I had a fear of flying. I had never flown before so what was there to be afraid of? It’s not like I had a bad experience flying or anything, I was just plain scared. Maybe I can attribute this fear to movies I have seen in my past. La Bamba is a good one, where the main character has nightmares of his best friend dying from plane debris falling on him. In the end the character named, “Ritchie” dies in a plane crash so I’m sure that’s one of the movies that did it for me. Another one would be “Alive”. I love the movie but I wouldn’t want to crash in the mountains and eventually have to resort to eating the other passengers. Well…if it came down to it, I would take out the elderly first since they would more than likely hold us younger folk back. So…yeah, I have a fear of flying. Well, had a fear of flying.
A few years ago my cousin decided to get married in Las Vegas and my mom had asked if I wanted to go. I told her yes, not thinking it was going to happen, and about a week after the initial question she called me up to tell me my ticket had been purchased. I was stoked because I had never been to Vegas before and I was sure we were going to have an excellent time. After jumping around like a fool in excitement of the good news I was slapped in the face by a jerk named Reality. I’ve never flown before. I was freaking out and it had been on my mind for a month and up until the time for me to fly out. My dad drove me to Chicago so that I could fly out of Midway. I had the jitters and he told me I’d be fine. I figured I would but I happened to be flying on the week of 9/11 so I was slightly scared. Ok, I was “piss my pants” scared.
I went in and did everything I needed to do like check in, pray, pop in a stick of gum to avoid from my ears popping, pray, and take a couple of Dramamine. Did I say pray? Oh I did? Ok well let’s move on. I made my way to the gate and the waiting area was packed with people. I was uncomfortable as it was and now I was in a crowded place. I’m not claustrophobic but at that time I felt it a little. What was worse was that the events of 9/11 played on CNN on the monitors around the area I was sitting in. Needless to say I was freaked out even more. Well, it was finally time to get on the plane. It seemed like forever to board and once boarded it seemed like forever before we took off. When we started moving my blood was pumping and I held my breath. The sweat began to build up and I sunk into my chair and white knuckled the arm rests. As we lifted off I went through every prayer I could think of. Finally the pilot said we could unfasten our seat belts and move around. The stewardess’ walked around asking about snacks and drinks and I ordered a double Jack and Coke.
About halfway to Vegas we hit a storm and it was bad. The turbulence was nuts and I was freaking out. It was just my luck that at this point in the flight my bodily functions decided to make themselves known. We were told we could not get up but I was struggling to hold it in. I had to pee like you wouldn’t believe and I wanted to cry. I crossed my legs and began to pray again. My dumb ass chugged the rest of my Jack and Coke to sooth my pain but the whole reason for my pain was because of fluids in the first place. The turbulence continued and and I had to grit my teeth. I turned back to look at the bathroom and the stewardess smiled at me.
“Ma’am I really need to use the restroom.”
“I’m sorry sir but I can’t give you permission to use the bathroom.”
Did you catch the message there?
“Err…look I really can’t hold it anymore.”
I turned back around and she snickered away. The plane seemed to drop slightly and everyone jumped out of their seats. I swear I sprung a leak once that happened but a light bulb exploded in my brain and I turned back to speak to the stewardess.
“You said you couldn’t give me permission right?”
“Right, I can’t give you permission.”
I jumped up and all you could see was the smoke from my feet as I ran to the bathroom. When I finished up I came out of the bathroom with a Mentos smile and I was ready to take on the world…or at least the rest of the flight. When we finally arrived I was relieved to be on the ground but it’s really the only way to travel. It was well worth the near explosion of my bladder and I was able to conquer my fear. The next time I fly I will make sure to leave the drinks alone for fear that I might just succeed in peeing my pants.Post Views: 199