Quarterly Update!!!

I haven't been blogging as of late because I've been busy saving the world from Cannibal Penguins from the barren wastelands of the California Central Coast.  Seems the little suckers got a taste for flesh while being held captive at Hearst Castle in San Simeon and went on a rampage.

Not really, but it sounded better than "fuck, I've been busy." 

The rocket shop moved into our new home near the Hawthorne Airport, a building appropriate for the manufacture of a new space vehicle.  While the 500,000 square foot glass and steel monolith is fitting for such a forward thinking company, it totally sucks for cruising the site and posting a blog.  Pick up the latest issue of Inc. magazine and check out their Entrepeneur of the Year.  He sits within direct eye contact of me in my den in the QA cube farm.  My Director, he sits kitty corner from me and has direct line of sight with my giant workstation monitor.  When I get a good joke, the fucker asks me to forward it.  Especially if I snicker.  While this is not ideal for mucking about on an adult gaming site, at least these guys are cool.  Just gotta keep it all business.  Once I get home, the business of living commences.

Falcon 9 Testing.  We're building rockets, baby!!!

There has been some major changes in our lives in the last few months, and 99% of them good.  The boy has decided that getting his work done at school is a good thing and finishing his homework is ideal for not getting his ass kicked.  The BabyGirl has moved in and turned our house into a home, complete with a 120 pound doggy named Daisy Mae.  We now have two couches in the living room, one for humans and one for doggy.  Daisy decides which is which based upon her current needs....

I say she has a bigger mouth, but she won't get on XBL....

The boy is still entranced by the new girly as am I.  She takes such good care of us that it'll spoil a man quickly.  The house is immaculate and warm, but she left my Hulk poster over the tv.  How spoiled am I?

We rolled through Thanksgiving at BabyGirl's family's place, a very nice occasion that was bittersweet because her brother was soon to leave sunny SoCal for the Pacific Northwest.  Welcome to culture shock, bro- they don't call it Porkland for nothin'!

I took BabyGirl to the company Christmas party and she was a hit.  Taking someone new into a mixed social environment is always a bit of a stressor, but she took to it swimmingly.  One always fears the date who gets hammered like its a college kegger or points a finger at a particularly nasty coworker, or even worse, your boss.  The fear of the unknown tends to make me cranky, but she was the absolute best date I've ever had; charming, beautiful, comfortable in conversation without being overbearing and absolutely stunning to look at.  I may have said that last bit twice, but it's true.  They had the event in the factory complete with Hollywood set designers, amazing catered dinner, live band, casino and a photo booth.  It was like the prom all over again without the zits or the date that runs off with the football team.  BabyGirl definitely made it the best company function I've ever attended. 

How effin' hot is she??!!??

Lex Luthor gets the chicks!

For Xmas, the boy and I loaded up in the new Honda and hauled ass for Oklahoma.  It was our first Xmas back home in four years.  We made it on a straight 16 hour drive and the boy is a true road dog.  "Dad, we're gonna need gas soon," he says, looking over at the dash.
"We've got about 120 miles before we need to start thinking about gas, son."
"Well, I'm gonna need to pee in 120 miles."  He's destined to be a long haul trucker, if he can gain another 200 pounds.

That's how ya travel!

BabyGirl flew out the day after Xmas and once again showed her charm and grace in meeting the fam.  My mom took to her immediately, they both being creative souls.  Dad pulled me to the side and complimented me on my taste and questioned hers.....  :D
We had a great holiday and the boy had a landmark- he got his first gun from my dad.  Grandpa bought the boy a single shot 20 gauge shotgun to initiate his rite of manhood.  We went out to the pasture once the snow cleared and set up the skeet chucker.  We chucked some pigeons and blasted away, but the boy was more enthralled with the thought of shooting than actually pulling the trigger on his new boomstick.  He found out that at 11, even a 20 ga can kick the tar out of a 75 pound boy and had enough after two pulls.  BabyGirl, Pops and I had a great time tearing through a few boxes of shells, though.  Baby had a bit of a bruise, but held up like a trooper, itching for more.  Redneck family fun, indeed!

Pull it into your shoulder, son...  :D

BabyGirl and Fam, with Lester the Warhorse

There was a killer ice storm about two weeks before Christmas that tore the power out of Dad's house when it felled some trees.  They went 9 days with no power except from a generator but managed to get it restored before the whole clan descended upon the farm.  I got to spend a few days working with my Pops clearing the biggest stuff out, some real labor that I hadn't done in years.  I used to bitch about having to work my ass off as a kid, but as a grown man I find it enjoyable.  Working side by side with my old man is something that I miss.  I knew I was an adult when he asked me my opinion a few years ago.  When Pops treats you like a grown man and offers you that respect, you're golden.  It was an amazing time.  And I worked his ass into the ground!  :D 

Occasional snow is good for making you look creepy...

Lean into it, boys!

Fat Bastard wasn't intimidated by the snow- good lookin feller!

Sorry for the silence.  I'll try to be less of a shut in.  I wish I had the time to shoot messages to everyone who has sent them to me, but you know who you are and it means the world to have friends like you in our life.  The 2o4D clan has grown so big and so fast that I don't know half the people in it.  I get to be the grumpy old man that the new guys are warned about.  Again, how spoiled am I?  ;)

The only blemish is that my Sooners just got whipped by the fucking hillbillies from West Virginia.  The Good Lord's chosen ball club beaten by a harelipped bunch of galoots with fat male baton twirlers?  Are you shitting me?  Time to hide the Crimson and Cream.  My shame knows no end....

Ain't nothin' to a G