The Story of Kilgore, Part 3: The Story of Us.
Twelve years together with Gorgeous Beauty that is My Wife and the Mother of The Boy.
For the first two parts in this ongoing series…
“Sherman, set the Wayback Machine for 2010.”
So, most people that are reading this know that Bon and I both had a previous marriage. Obviously, neither worked out. Suffice it to say that I have zero animosity toward her ex, but we both despise She Who Must Not Be Named with the fiery intensity of a thousand suns.
Not gonna talk about it. Wouldn’t be prudent #SNL #DanaCarvey
My wife and I met the day I started as a depth artist at a company called Legend 3D. I was hired while they were ramping up for the 3D conversion of Shrek 2 & 3. Every time I watch those movies with our son, I spot the different shots I worked on, both as a depth artist, and as a compositor, and what I rotoscoped… For instance…
…and this:
Actually, one of the training supervisors brought a bunch of new recruits to my desk to watch me do that last one. Needless to say, I’ll always think of that as a feather in my cap.
Anyway. She was the IT guru that setup my computer. As she was leaving, we were quasi-flirting, and she said something to the effect of “don’t tell anyone” about something she did, and I quoted Colonel Klink from “Hogan’s Heroes”. “I KNOW NOTHINK!” She stopped, looked me in the eye, and asked me if I knew where that was from.
“RED ALERT! RED ALERT! HOT CHICK IS TALKING TO ME! SHIELDS UP! ALL BRAIN FUNCTIONS TO NIL!”
Seriously. Deer in the headlights. I stammered. Grandpa Glenn and I had watched the show on reruns when I was a kid, but suddenly I actually knew nothing. Hell, we even played the theme song when I was in band.
I played tuba at the time. Lots of BOMP-bomp.
So, we developed a solid working relationship, I pissed her off a couple times, then in July (we were hired in March, her a bit before me) We went on our first date. To San Diego Comic Con. Had an amazing time together, walked and talked well into the night… Suffice it to say, the match had been struck.
We started hanging out more. A couple of our friends suggested that we should pursue a relationship. We unofficially started living together in my converted garage apartment in Sep. 2010, then officially at her house in early December.
We went to the wrap party together. It was great. I was wearing contacts that I had gotten at Comic Con, I had a pretty woman on my arm, I was starting to be less angry. She used to be a certified massage therapist and helped me immensely with a shoulder injury I sustained in 2004.
We moved to a place on the outskirts of San Diego in early 2011, which we call “The Barn”. We weren’t sure if we could have a child at that point, so we got a German Shepherd pup who we named Chewie. Then Bon informed me that she was pregnant with Glenn in May of 2014. At, like, two in the morning
Glenn was born in late January, 2015. Because I’m a geek, I made a Trek-related birth announcement video for him, with the accompanying print version.
Soon, we needed to move. Went to the place we call “The Canyon” until 2018, when we moved from San Diego to San Antonio. Rented a place up until last September, when we bought a house
Next up is moving things where they need to be, finishing Glenn’s room, and decorating. Especially in my fully armed and operational studio
Bon’s and my relationship has just constantly gotten better over the last twelve years. Sure, we’ve had a bunch of arguments about stupid shit, gotten stressed out about life, but we still manage.
I think she likes my cooking.