Author: Ty

Another T.N.T.

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Tyler’s New Thingies

My son is really talking a lot now,
and he really absorbs and copies every single thing he hears.

It’s really great how he remembers the lines on every video he watches.
I think he memorized “The Incredibles”, “Toy Story”, and other Pixar movies.
And now he’s addicted to “Cat in the Hat”.

But he also says a whole lot of other stuff.
A lot of sweet stuff.
Like,

Whenever Tracy goes to work,
He tells his Mom, “wearful” (careful).
He will hug you and lay his head on your shoulder and say “uhyadoo” (I love you).

He says “please” and “thank you”.
(Actually, it’s more like, “pees” and “tehyu”)

It’s amazing how kids know and understand more than you think.

The other day, as I was preparing him lunch,
I told him to get on his high chair.
And he did!

Tonight, I told him to help me pick up his toys before nite-nite,
He did put his toys in his toy chest.

It’s quite amazing really.

All the words he says might still not be clear,
but being with him all the time,
makes me understand them quite plainly.

Although there was one time,
he did say something very, very apparent.

He was playing with his cars one day on the table,
and I told him to be careful
because some of them are just about to fall on the floor.

So I said,
“Tyler, watch out! Your cars are gonna fall”

No reaction from him.

I say it again,
“Tyler be careful, you might drop your cars.”

Still nothing.

So, after a bit,
I heard some of his cars fall on the floor.
I came up to him but he didn’t see me.
Then all I heard him say was,

“Oh shit!”

All I remember doing was…
Well, nothing.
I think I just stood there, frozen and speechless.
Could he have heard this from me?
The realization of what and how I do things,
would reflect on my son, based on how he sees or hear me,
suddenly flooded my whole train of thought.

Now this is where I would need your help people.
How in the world am I going to explain this to his Mother.
Or his GrandMothers? Or other people.

Wait! Tracy’s Mom does read this site.

“Oh shit!” I’m in trouble.

Now let me add some cool links,
so we could all forget that stuff I wrote.

On a side note,

I would like to say Thanks to Doug,
who left me some great comments about the song “Cliffs of Dover”.
I tried replying to you, but my email kept coming back.
So, thanks again, Doug.

And here are the links,

Find out what your child’s eye color is going to be —-> eye calculator
How about some Air Hockey —-> Boomgames.com
See a secret, share a secret. —-> Postsecret
Online newspapers from all countries —-> Newspaperindex
How scary is it to live in Chicago? —-> Chicago crime database
Tips on how to drive your SUV —-> esuvee.com

The Troll never sleeps.

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We just had a series of bad luck lately.

I swear,
This troll of mine sucks the very joy out of me,
like a freakin’ Dementor.

I have been very happy lately,
so I guess this freakin’ troll feeds on every enjoyment I savour.

I hate it most when this troll attacks the people I love.
It’s the best way to fuel my anger.

Someday, I will face this troll,
and I will rip it’s very essence out.
I will eat it’s very heart,
Spit it out,
and stomp on it like it’s freakin’ dirt.

And then just to piss him off,
I will do it all over again.

/me gives the troll the finger

I don’t know why

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For our anniversary,
we went to Sea World Orlando to celebrate.
Well, plus, Tracy hasn’t seen a whale before.
(Not including that 300 pound woman we saw at the mall.)

So anyway.
During the drive home,
I did some thinking.

Even though we were only married for a year,
Tracy and I have been together a long time.

And I was just thinking about all the defining moments
where I truly realize how much I love this woman.

Well, besides giving birth to our son.
And even though she doesn’t believe it,
I think she is magnificently beautiful.

But here are some moments I remember,
where I truly realized that she is
the woman for me.

Moment #1

She would call from work and say:

“Honey, don’t worry about dinner.
I’ll cook when I get home.”

(Isn’t that great? Either that or I cook horribly.)

Moment #2

While walking around SeaWorld,
Tracy carefully whispers to me:

“Oh my! Look at that girl with the big knockers!”
or,
“Check out this girl in front of me, you can see through her thong.”

(This can’t be real, but it’s true!)

Moment #3

Tyrone: Hey honey what movie are you watching?
Tracy: It’s some love story. Come and watch it with me.

Tyrone: Nah, that’s okay. I’ll just be on my computer.
Tracy: You’ll like it. They just showed the girl’s boobies.

Tyrone: Scoot over, and give me some room.

(Money well spent on that HDTV eh?)

As I end this post,
I remember one last thing that truly made everything clear.

When she said,

“It’ll be exciting when we have another baby.”

The woman puts up with me.
I don’t know why, but it’s great.

SONGS ADDED!

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Today, is our 1 year wedding anniversary.
So I better make this short.

I added a song my wife and I made years ago.
She wrote the words, and I did the music.



Mobile Player here:

You Were Always There.
by – Tracy
All instruments by – Ty Martell

Now I didn’t put up the words,
since I don’t really have her permission to.
So I just have the melodies done by guitars.

A bit of a “ballad”, “Blue Rodeo-esque” influence.

I wanted to have this song played on our wedding,
But I was too chicken shit.

And another one for Mother’s day.



Mobile Player here:

The Rose
Music by Bette Midler.
Guitars by – Ty Martell

A little tribute I did, for my Mom and Tracy’s Mom.
For always getting us out of sticky situations.

Thanks Moms.

And a very Happy Mother’s day to all Mommies!
That includes me I guess.


PS – The photos would be down for the meantime.

It’s his right

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Yesterday,
we went to the mall,
and we had Tyler run around at the play area with the other kids.

Then while playing,
I saw this one kid shoved Tyler’s face.

It didn’t hurt him,
but I was furious.

I was gonna talk to the kid’s mother,
but when I saw her…
All 300 pounds of her….
I changed my mind, and calmed down.

This woman was gigantinormous!
She actually scared me.
I thought she was a guy.
A big guy.

Note to self:
Screw the Potty training lessons,
It’s time for the kid to learn how to retaliate.

The Kid is half American.
He is entitled to at least 2 basic rights.

1st,
The right to bear arms.

And 2nd,
The right to have that weapon loaded.

Another note to self:
Unhook phone before everybody calls.

VIVA CINCO DE MAYO!

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There are only 2 things I do on the internet,
and one of them is to do research.

So, since I have no clue how the celebration of “Cinco-de-Mayo” came abouts,
I decided to check it out.

Now, I could tell you what I have read so far,
but since I am a lazy bastard,
I’ll just sum it up for you.

The Mexicans kicked France’s Army’s “Le Bootay”.

There you go.
Good enough reason to celebrate.

But as for yours truly,
since I have no friends,
No celebration for me.

So I guess,
I just have to lock myself in my computer room,
and do more “research”.

But for you,
Check out these cool links.

I envy this guy’s home theter setup. (except for his Liberace room design) —-> Steve’s Home Theater
The real number of the devil is not 666. —-> independentnews.uk
No more cookies for Cookie Monster? (These nosey Health nuts just have nothing better to do huh? Leave the freakin monster alone you bastards!) —-> Cookie-less Monster
The Beatles worshiped the devil? —-> Stargods.org
How about something educational? —-> Broken Words
Now I have seen it all. —-> Canine Birth Control

T.N.T.

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(Tyler’s new thingies)

This will be a short one,
but I just have to write it down.

The other night,
I was getting Tyler ready for bed.
He usually tries to run away from me
and attempts to squeeze in a last minute playtime.

But when I finally got him settled down,
I put on his pajamas,
and looked up at me and said,

“Thank you, Daddy.”

I wish I could explain how it feels when your heart melts.

Oh and then that following day,
He also told his mother,
“Thank you, Momma.”

Yes.
All is right in the universe.

This is the reason why!

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Voltes V

Yes.
That is the reason why I haven’t updated this
pathetic waste of space I call a website.

Well, besides doing my Parental duties and annoying my lovely wife,
I spend a lot of time, reminiscing about my childhood favourite anime.

VOLTES V.

I watch the video,
I have it as my screen wallpaper,
I play it’s music,
even desperately sing the Japanese version of the songs.

Thank you so much to Darwin and his family for sending this to me.

Thanks also to Anthony.
It was really great to see you again, my friend.
After 11 long years.

These past few weeks have been really great.
I have gotten in touch with so many friends, it’s just overwhelming.

Makes you realize,
that your greatest wealth,
are the ones who call you “friend.”

New Song added.

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Mobile Player here:


Cliffs Of Dover
Music by – Eric Johnson
Guitars by – Ty Martell

You know, I was thinking.
(It’s something I do when things are slow.)
How come no matter how much I try,
I can’t play like these guitar gods and legendary musicians.

Then I came to an “epiphany”.
(Okay not really. I just wanted to use the word epiphany.)
I think that the reason I can’t play like these guys is that,
most of them have more than six fingers on their left hand.

I only have five,
And I can’t even bend my ring finger.

Anyway,
here’s my pathetic attempt
on this classic guitar tune by Eric Johnson.

I hope you like it.
Please do.
At least for pity.
It took me a month to learn this.
And another month to record it in one take.

Never Happy

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I haven’t updated this site since the Pope died,
out of reverence and respect.

I have to postpone my rants in here,
in accordance to his funeral.
Just like how Prince Charles delayed his marriage to his horse.
Oops! Did I say Horse?
I meant his “Noble Steed.”

So anyway,
these past few weeks,
there are a couple of things that I have just recently learned.
And I realized all of these,
after I heard one of Jeff Foxworthy’s jokes, saying,
“You never know that you are already a part of a group.”

It’s just one of those things that,
you thought you were the only one who thinks, acts and does things a certain way,
then you realize, you are not alone.

Just like whenever Tracy and I, think about how hard it is being a parent,
we hear stories about other parents,
with even worse experiences.

Like when we bought a house,
I never knew that there was an unspoken competition around your neighborhood
about who has the most manicured front lawn.
I didn’t even know we were entered in this contest without my full knowledge.
I am still trying to figure out how come no one told me
that when you buy a house,
you are bound to do yardwork 200 times a week,
for eternity.

I also found out that I was not the only parent
who could recite the animated movie,
“The Incredibles”.

I just found out that “Bambi” was a boy,
“Blue” from Blue’s Clues was a girl,
And “Spongebob” is,
well, I am still trying to figure that one out.

As I undergo my back therapy,
I found out that I have this condition called “Transitional Vertebrae”.
Which only occurs in only 6% of the population.
Either I belong to a group of unique people, or a group of freaks.
I prefer the latter.
Sounds more fun.

And lastly, I found out,
that I belong to a group that is “never happy”.
The “Never Happy Group”.
You know, the ones who want everything.
The ones who wishes to have everything.

I have always wished for a better everything.
If I’m not wishing for a “better” everything,
It’s wishing for a lot “more” of everything.

I wished for more guitars.
Better ones.
Or wished not to suck at it.

A bigger TV.
A home theater stereo.
Screw that!
I want a louder stereo.

A bigger garage.
A better car.
Screw that!
I want a faster car.

I want to travel.
To see new places.
Screw that!
I am lazy.
I want to sit on a more comfortable couch.
I want a robot to fetch me a drink.
A remote control that I can use with my brain.
While watching my bigger TV.

I want a gnome for entertainment.
After it cleans the house.
Maybe a little pet too.
Screw that!
I want a big pet.
Like a Llama.
Or an Ostrich.
Or a Horse.
Wait!
I can’t have a horse!
She’s marrying Prince Charles, remember?
(I kid! I kid!)

In conclusion,
with all the stuff I wish for and want to have.
I think I can run as president of the “Never Happy Group.”
Where I will implement no rules.
Members can announce their want for everything.
Can wish for everything.
And can complain about everything they don’t have.

I guess the only way you can renounce your membership,
is when you realize,
you just can’t.


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Time has always said, “Man is a fool”.
When it’s hot, he wants it cool.
When it’s cool, he wants it hot.
Always wanting what is not.

— Anonymous.
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