New and Improved

As you have seen,
this site has a new interface.

It’s not really “NEW” and not really “IMPROVED”.
Just “DIFFERENT”.
I just seem to have problems viewing it with IE6.

“Thanks Microsoft!”

Let me know if you like it or not.

Thanks to Guitar-art for the background images.

Also, it is not quite done yet,
so please bear with me.

My first lesson

We just had our first Doctor’s appointment yesterday.
Everything is going well.
Baby is healthy as can be.

Just one thing I learned so far,
Being a parent for 5 days.

Sleep deprivation is not cool.

But just one look at his face, and his mother’s,
It’s all worth it.

Tyler Austin

Tyler

Born: Oct. 14, 2002 (Thanksgiving Day – Canada)
Time: 3:56 pm EST
Weight: 8. 49 lbs.
Length: 20 1/4 inches
Very Healthy

What a way to celebrate Thanksgiving.
I was in the delivery room the whole time.

No, I did not pass out.
I even cut the cord.
I was happier than a dog with two tails.

A big “Thank you” to all our friends and families.
And to all the amazing Hospital staff.

This is the reason why we are put to this world.

Praise God!

Still no baby

9 days late.

Now I am in “Panic” mode.
I was in “Frustrated” mode yesterday.

Tracy is on the list for “Induction”.
The hospital called us again for another “test”.
Since the baby is late, They need to make sure he is still doing fine.

They sent us home after that.
Which made everybody frustrated again, but happy that the baby is fine.
So we all went for dinner, and took out our frustrations on food.

I like food!!

Not Yet

Still no baby.
At least Tracy’s Mom is here.

Not only does Tracy feel happy,
But, I can be assured that someone will help my Mother,
in case I pass out in the delivery room.

Must…..

AAAAAAARRRRGGGHH!!!!!

This Linux machine is Killing me!!!!!!!!!!

Head is hurting….
must…
reinstall….
again….

Vacation Time

Finally!!
Now I can totally prepare for the baby’s arrival.
Come to think of it, everything is pretty much done. (Tracy did all the work)
All we need is the baby.

Since the baby was supposed to be here a week ago,
All our families are just so stressed,
It’s like they are the ones actually having the kid.

But anyway,
All I need to do now is to catch up as much sleep as I can.
Play games as much as I can.
Fix and break my computer as much as I can.

Speaking of Computers,
I have decided to switch my Server to Mandrake Linux 9.0

Oh yeah…
I’ve made up my mind, and nothing can stop me!!

King Dragon

That is my name in Hobbitton.
In the world of the Hobbits, who lives peacefully amidst Middle Earth.

Oh Lord, I am so addicted to the “Lord of the Rings”,
I almost wanted to name our first born Frodo.
I must have watched the movie at least 9 times, and I am also reading the book.
Man, I can not wait for the next two movies.

Click here to reveal your Hobbit name.

Anyway, speaking of names,
have you ever wondered what your name really means?
My name does not really have a definition or meaning in English.
All I know is that it is a large, peaceful county in Northern Ireland.

Come to think of it, my name is pretty confusing.
Quite universal and diverse if I might say.

See, Tyrone is a Black name.
And Glenn is North American.
Then my last name is Spanish or French.
Then when I show up, I am Asian.
Now everybody gets confused.

Though as I found out, this is my name in Chinese.

My good friend, “Cicy Peng” told me that the first character means “King”.
And the second character means “Dragon.”

I was like, now that is cool!!

Then it hit me.

She could have lied to me, for I do not speak a lick of Chinese.
It could have meant Stupid Idiot, or Drunken Monkey.

Oh Lord. I hope not.

As I sit here, pondering about the meaning of my name.
I just had to admit it,
My name must have been used for an “All You Can Eat Chinese Buffet Restaurant.”

Hello! Welcome to King Dragon,
how may I help you?

The twit

Here’s a good example of yesterday’s message.

This TWIT, who shall remain nameless,
will just be known as “The twit who can’t print.”
(We chose the color pink for that name to signify his everlasting twitness.)

So I was having lunch yesterday, after hearing a mass in Church,
when I was graced by the presence of his twit-cellency.
I went to Church to pray for the victims of the attack,
I just figured, since I can’t go to Afghanistan and stick my finger up Bin Laden’s nose,
I’ll just have to pray that maybe someday I get to.

So anyway, I was reading the 30 page special coverage on the newspaper
about the Terror in New York.
When suddenly this twit, comes in and says.

“I don’t know about this media hype about Sept. 11.”
“There are more people who die of drunk driving in a month.”
“And why didn’t the people on the first planes overtake the hijackers,
They knew they were gonna die anyway?”

You know I am very emotional about this, so I said to him:

Would you change your mind and have different feelings if it happened here?

He says :

“I just do not understand the media coverage.
When Princess Diana died, they only ran the news for like a month.”

At this point, I had to stop my meal, because he is so in a perfect path for a Slapshot.
Then I said:

“Well, maybe it’s more of a respect for those who perished.
The innocent people, and the people who sacrificed their lives to help.
It is still very fresh in everybody’s hearts.
Nobody really had a closure about it.
And how can you compare one person’s death to this?
I do not see the difference if it happened in the States or here.
It is an attack to all of us.”

He keeps rambling on and on about something, but I had to leave the room.
I had to.
First he interrupts my meal, (and I hate being interrupted while eating).
And secondly, I do not think he even reflected on what happened.
He is just blinded by his ego,
or whatever he has.

Now I feel bad for him.
Not only does he have problems printing, he also has no clue.

I feel very strongly about this, and I am sorry if I would offend some people.

I am still stressing about how am I going to explain Sept. 11 to my children.
Honestly, I do not know if I am more embarrassed
to tell them that this is the world that they will live in.
Or there are people like this guy.