Good evening people! This morning I met up with a good friend of mine to record a podcast about many things. Now, most of you know that I have a segment on Jabber Log called Diaper Wars but for those of you who don’t know, the segment is based on my adventures through the interesting world of cloth diapers. The idea came from my friend Candis who owns EcoBuns in Holland, MI. We share many stories and I’m sure you’ll dig them. There is even a moment when a special guest shows up for a brief hello and plug. This podcast is rated for all so no worries if the little ones are around because we keep it light and funny. We even talk Man-dals and Dad-pants so I hope you enjoy it and this is a stepping stone to a new addition to the JCast in the form of Diaper Wars. May the cloth be with you and please comment and share to everyone you know. Also make sure to check out EcoBuns by clicking the links below and she will be opening her new store September 8 2012 at the outlet mall in Holland. Have a good one!
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By Ricardo — 8 years ago
Ah high school, the good ole days. I had the greatest time back then. Sometimes I wish I could go back but if I did I wouldn’t be able to drink a cold one with friends or go and do whatever I wanted. Actually that’s not completely true. I was able to do that back then as well but I had to hide it. I had my own car, a job, and I was kicking ass at school. Things were great but school started to get boring and I was only a freshman. I had a lot of my high school years left but I was itching to get out and be somewhat of a rebel. The opportunity came one day and I took it. I was going to skip school for the first time and it was perfect. I went with a group which included my cousins, Steve, Amanda, Mary Beth, and my girlfriend Meredith. We had planned on leaving just before lunch time so that we could drop off Mary Beth’s car at her home and then we would take Steve’s Avenger to Holland to see his girlfriend, eat, and return to school without anyone ever knowing we were gone. What could go wrong?
The time had come and we took off. The feeling was liberating and being bad felt superb! We dropped Mary Beth’s car off at her home and we were off. We listened to music at max volume and let the bass flow from Steve’s sound system. We laughed and joked about what we had done and we were the shit. Everything was going according to plan and we made our way to Holland High. We parked on the side of the school and waited for Steve’s girlfriend to come out. While waiting we listened to music and chilled. As we enjoyed our time the school’s Resource Officer walked up and asked what we were doing and what school we were from. So being the good kids that we were we told him the truth. We said we were from Saugatuck High School, but actually from Fennville, and gave our names. The Officer said he was going to make a phone call and for us to wait. As he rounded the corner we hauled ass. It was great but it was the beginning of our downfall.
It was time to find a place to eat lunch and head back to school. We had hit a speed bump with the officer but got away free and clear. We had come up to a four way stop and I remember telling Steve to slow down and he went right through it. Thank god there were no cars coming because we would have been done for. The good time was getting a little weird with the second speed bump in our adventure. We brushed it off and suggested Burger King for lunch but stubborn ass Steve wanted to go to McDonald’s. He was driving so we had no choice. We went to the McDonald’s on S. Washington in Holland, got our food, and sat down to eat. Despite the minor setbacks we were still kings and queens.
The line at the drive thru was getting long and we were getting ready to leave. We basked in our triumph and I glanced to the right. My smile disappeared and I went numb. What I saw almost made me pee my pants. In the drive-thru sat my mother and father. They were laughing and smiling and my father looked to the left and his smile disappeared and he squealed out of the line. I was screwed! I panicked and told everyone that my parents saw us and Mary Beth immediately told me to run and hide in the bathroom. I told her that there was no point since we had been already spotted and in came my mom. We told her that we had come up for lunch but she was pissed! She said that she was going to tell their parents and she took me away. It was a slow walk to the car where my father sat. I swear I could hear someone yelling, “Deadman walking” and they took me back to school. I sat there as my parents tore me a new asshole.
We got to the school and I apologized for what I had done. I walked up to the front doors and I noticed a second shadow next to me. I looked to the right and there was my dad. I asked what he was doing and I remember him saying, “I’m making sure your ass stays in school”. We walked in and he stopped as I passed the principals office.
“Where are you going?”
“Um…I’m going back to class dad.”
“No, get your ass back here.”
We went into the office and my father asked for Mr. Rummer. We were told to walk in and the door slammed behind me. I began to sweat and I was sure I was going to punish my pants with a frightened log.
“How can I help you Mr. Martinez?”
“Tell him what you did Rich.”
“Um…my parents caught me skipping. I’m sorry Mr. Rummer.”
“Oh, your a good kid Rich. I appreciate you telling me, just don’t do it again.”
“That’s all,” my dad asked.
“Uh…well…who was all with you Rich?”
I was put on the spot and I had to give up who was with me. In the end the principal gave all of us six hours of detention. If we had only gone to F’ing Burger King we might have made out like bandits but we were caught. I lost my Camaro for a month or so and it sucked. I could say that I learned my lesson but I would be lying. Let’s just say I was never caught again. It was good times and if I had to do it again I would do it in a heartbeat but our asses would go to F’ing BK!Post Views: 308
By Ricardo — 7 years ago
Welcome to Jabber Log! For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Ricardo and this is where I blog on everything for everyone. I’m a father, a husband, a brother, and a graphic designer, 9-1-1 operator, a grill master and blogging mofo! Some new things have begun for me and Jabber Log. I have moved from the original host and I am now self-hosting. What does this mean? Well it means that I can do so much more with Jabber Log. On top of that I have started my Masters in New Media Journalism and I am able to use my blog to publish the stories I write for school. I’m very excited to be doing this! So much has happened since I started blogging. I helped promote an up and coming country singer, designed for a local radio dj, was Freshly Pressed and featured on the homepage of WordPress.com, and featured again by GroVia for one of my Diaper Wars segments. Jabber Log is now three days shy of being a year old. I wanted to wait but with the move and all I had to make this announcement early.
So here it is folks, the new Jabber Log! We have a new look, a new home and my ideas are going to flow through the virtual pages of this blog. I plan on trying some podcasts, with guests, video and much more. With all the good stuff happening there had to be some cons to go along with the pros. Since I have moved, my stats have reset. What that means is that I went from having 20,000+ views to 0. Yep…you read that right, I said 0. It also appears that I have lost my subscribers so if you want to keep receiving posts from me please subscribe again. I may have found a work around by redirecting all of my traffic so maybe it won’t be that bad. Instead of going to jabberlog.wordpress.com you can simply type in www.thejabberlog.com. Things are on the up and up with different ways to share each story. For the new people I have added some interesting info below.
- Graphic and Front-End Web Design is my bag
- deadmau5 is what I listen to when I code
- I don’t tolerate scum
- My announcer voice is superb
- I’m AWESOME
What can I expect from Jabber Log?
Everything! It’s my pleasure to share the following:
- Diaper Wars
- martinez design concepts
- The Creative Corner
- Within The Trenches
- Next Gen 9-1-1
- Social Media
I love to write and share stories on various topics. There is never a dull moment on Jabber Log. I also share movie reviews, music reviews, gaming, promotions, giveaways and video. I welcome all feedback whether it’s good or bad. The point of my blog is to share information and generate discussion based on what is posted here. Time to time I will post something that is considered controversial but what’s a blog without a little controversy? I hope to humor you with my posts. A good sense of humor is a terrible thing to waste. It’s up to me to give you something to laugh about, but not all posts are humorous though.
Promoting is another part of Jabber Log. This is located under; “The Creative Corner.” All work is credited so there are no worries in that department. If you created it and it’s featured on Jabber Log, you will be given credit as such. All comments and feedback are welcomed so please do not hesitate to let me have it. I’m all about new ideas, having an open mind, and discussion so comment!
Make sure to subscribe on the main page. Social Media is taken advantage of on Jabber Log so we can be found on the most popular networks. Cheers!Post Views: 452
By Ricardo — 5 years ago
Good afternoon and happy Friday! This episode will be the final episode from the Indiana NENA conference. It was an excellent time and I can’t wait for next year! In this episode I spoke with Jeanene and Kelsie, dispatchers with Vigo County Central Dispatch. This episode is as real as it gets. It’s a look at true stories as well as the humor that goes with the job. It’s not just about being great at what dispatchers do; it’s about the humor needed to make it through this very stressful job. I commend you both for the job you do and all the dispatchers I met in Indiana.
Make sure to listen, share and as always you can email the show at firstname.lastname@example.org
Episode topics –
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- How Jeanene got her start
- How Kelsie got her start
- Dispatch calls
- Domestic bedpan
- Burglar ice pops