I am officially a mother

Friday 9:02 a.m.:

Morgan (via e-mail, subject Urgent!): Do you know where my blue jeans are? I can't find them anywhere?

Allison: They are in the guest bathroom where you left them.

Morgan: Ah, thanks!

Seriously? I'm expecting him to be missing one shoe next.

Another reason I hate the South

Listen up dog owners

There are reasons that I don't own a dog, it's not that I just haven't gotten around to it yet. These reasons include, but are not limited to:

1. I don't have the time between work and my commute and studying for my exams and my husband to give a dog the time and attention that is necessary. Cats are much easier, and yes, just as cuddly and affectionate.
2. It would have to be shut in my house all day long and not be able to go to the bathroom.
3. Barking, like vacuuming, is not on my approved list of noises for which I want to be subjected to.
4. Licking is not an option.

Not only do I not want to be subjected to these things with my own dog, I certainly do not want to be subjected to these things from other people's dogs. Since 8am today I have spent the morning TRYING to study for my next exam, only to be foiled by my neighbor's dog incessantly barking. They either haven't been home and think it's reasonable to chain their dog to a tree in their back yard because, hey! their not home to hear the dog bark and whimper and at least the dog is outside, or were home and don't care. At one point I saw my neighbor (and her 4 month old baby) in the front yard, and as the dog was still barking, take off in their car, never saying anything to the dog or putting it inside.

So this is what I'm asking of you dog owners out there. Please, if you don't have time to actually treat your dog right, do it a favor and give it to someone who does because all you are doing is pissing off your neighbors.

note: I do like dogs, I just don't want to own one, and much to the astonishment of my friends and mother, I do have a heart.

A long time coming...

This past week I hit a milestone in my "responsible" adult life...I paid off the last of my credit cards! This last credit card (I only have two) I've had since I graduated High School and it saved my a#$ through college (especially that private one that makes you pay them every time you sneeze).

I am thrilled to say that I am now credit card debt free!!! Now if only those pesky student loans would go away.

Morgan Bonner: as viewed from the outside

After 9 1/2 years with Morgan I have grown accustomed to his oddities/hangups/quirks/eccentricities, etc. I have grown to love most of them and they are very endearing (mostly...). A lot of people don't understand Morgan very well and are perplexed that we are together and that I must be some sort of special breed or very patient to "put up" with him. I know we're not the most "typical" couple, but we don't do typical.

It's only when I step back and look at Morgan through others' eyes that I learn a little more of how he's perceived by those around us.

For example:

Last weekend we went to a friend's house for dinner, although it turned into more of a video game fest which I'm sure Morgan has something to do with. He brought his Playstation 3 and the 7 adults and one 4 year old turned nerd. Things quickly escalated into this:



Yes, those are $120 light sabers, and yes, there are four of them...all Morgan's and yes, 6 of the party-goers went Jedi-style in the back yard (I took the pictures-I do draw the line at some things).

Secondly, this was left on my desk at work last Monday:


It's a McDonald's bobble-head happy meal toy of "Wicket" - the ornery, yet cuddly Ewok from Star Wars. My coworker had taken his 14 month old for a happy meal and deemed it too "old" or sophisticated for his daughter. Naturally, his first thought was of Morgan and how much he'd like it. Yes, that's right, my 30 year old husband was his first thought for whom to give a happy meal toy to...and he's right, he loved it.

I love him.

boring...

I've tried, I really have, to come up with something interesting to blog about. Other people have children and trips...I have a job and cats. It's not that my job isn't interesting, it's just that nothing noteworthy happens very often.

Tropical storm Hanna is approaching and I was able to leave work early to prepare somewhat (basically bringing my cat in from outside). That's about as exciting as it gets. If we're lucky we might get a 45 mph wind gust! Not that I want anything more than that.

I took my 7th exam 1 1/2 weeks ago, but it won't be another 7 weeks or so before I get my results. I know people keep mentioning to me that it seems like the exams have been going on forever, and believe me, they have. I've been taking them for over a year now. But, I hope to be finished before the end of the year.

My best friend, Jayna, and I are hopefully going to Costa Rica in March! We don't get to spend very much time together so this will be such a great week.

Other than that Morgan's half birthday is approaching (do you see what I have to sink to?). Someone please help me.

Ooh! I also have a teeth cleaning coming up. Bonus!

Just three more to go kids!

I got my pass letter for the last test I took. I have another one this coming Monday. If I pass that one I'll have just two more!

What I'm working on at the moment

This is a house I'm designing at work. It's roughly 7,000 square feet with the interior and exterior spaces. It also has a pool. The finish materials are brick and horizontal wood lap siding. The early construction estimate is $2 million.
Front elevation

Rear elevation

Am I talking just to hear myself?

Morgan and I have an ongoing debate about our interest/participation in each other's hobbies, passions, etc. For the most part I have always been willing to partake and embrace a lot of Morgan's interests (minus a few such as video games - they totally stress me out - and Star Trek conventions) because I know he enjoys doing them and I like to see him happy and in turn it makes me happy.

We have yet to discover, really, a single hobby of mine that he has embraced or enjoys doing with me (since none of them deal with technology or science fiction). I say he needs to broaden his horizons. He does partake in said interests, but he doesn't enjoy it...ever. Nor does he apparently listen to anything I have to say if it isn't deamed "relavent or interesting" in his eyes. Case in point:

As all of you know, or should know, my career is in architecture. One of my favorite architects is the late Louis Khan. I have talked about him before at least in front of Morgan if not directly to him. A couple of years ago a documentary film came out, which I bought and watched twice in front of Morgan, about Khan's life, or more so of his illegitimate son's life having to live in the shadows of such a prominent father, and not being acknowledged as his son (more or less). 

The end of the film also included how Khan died, which is well known and I have talked about it many times.

Scene:

Monday night we are sitting on the couch watching the middle to end of "Indecent Proposal". I step out on the porch to play with one of my cats since I've seen the movie before. As is very popular in today's films, Woody Harrelson's character is either an architect or teaches architectural history.

I come back in and Morgan says to me: 

"You just missed the part where they guy is talking about architecture. I didn't know that Louis Khan died in the men's room at a train station and no one found him for three days."

I stood there and stared at him for a minute and explained that yes, that happened and I had heard about it. He then said,

"Oh, well, I've never even heard of him before."

I swear.  Thanks, hon, it's only my lifelong career that you have no interest in...or me talking. Either one is pretty bad.

Morgan's latest column...

"Take us to warp...Engage!"

A moment to breathe

I've taken my sixth ARE exam and I'm finally ready to take a moment to blog before I start studying for my next exam.

A few weeks ago Pat, Morgan's mom, and her fiance, David, came to visit. They drove David's RV down and stayed on Hilton Head. The RV park was relly nice - right on the water and it had two pools. We had a great time with them, especially getting to know David better. We haven't had the chance to spend much time with him since he lives in Tennessee at the moment and Pat lives three hours north of us.

One of my favorite things that we did when they were here was to see Lisa Roti perform at the Jazz Corner on Hilton Head. Morgan and I went to see her when she came to town last July and we loved her so much that we went back this year. She has such an amazing voice. If she wasn't so great, beautiful, and talented I'd really have a problem with how Morgan drools all over her and was so giddy to go up to talk to her and get her autograph on a cd that he bought. He actually got mad (kind of) at me that I walked up when he was talking to her and joined the conversation. Apparently he's the only one who's allowed to say how big of a fan they are and I was cramping his style.

Below are some pictures that were taken on their trip. The landscape photos are from the view at the RV park. Beautiful.

Bits and Me

Morla "Bits" Bonner

Intermission from studying

Just wanted to take a quick break from studying for my next exam (I take it on Monday) to say that I just got my pass letter from my last exam! I'm over half way there! Four more to go...

I got my wisdom teeth out and all I got was this lousy MacBook

Seriously.

I asked Morgan to bring home a McDonald's double cheeseburger for me since I'm still recovering (I shouldn't be eating cheeseburgers either, but after being on this liquid diet for a few days now anything sounds good)...and he came home with the cheeseburger and a new computer for me. Not just any computer though, a MacBook!

I'm not complaining, but there would have been hell to pay if he had forgotten my cheeseburger.

knock on wood

I finally bit the bullet and got my wisdom teeth removed yesterday. I've been told for eight years by at least three different dentists that I should get them out, and all for the same reasons, so I didn't feel I had any right to doubt them. I mean, that's three opinions all with the same answer.

So, yesterday was the day. After hearing horror stories from friends (thanks guys) and my mom calling me over and over telling me how bad it was going to be and recounting her experiences (back then they removed them one at a time, not all four at once and she didn't get knocked out).

But, I was brave enough to toss those stories aside and was convincing myself it wouldn't be so bad because all of my wisdom teeth had actually come in all the way so it would more more like pulling teeth instead of surgery to cut them out.

I braved the pediatric IV (thankfully he uses the small one - I hate IVs - and he got it on the first try which is unheard of with me) and the next thing I knew I was waking up at the end.

On a small side note, all of the times that I've had an IV I usually end up using crude/loose language (slip of the tongue) so I was interested to know what I would do this time since I wouldn't be able to talk. It wasn't as bad I don't think. I remember waking up, asking for something to write on and with, and writing "thank you" to the doctor and nurse. Morgan is always telling me how gorgeous I am (thanks hon), so the next thing I wrote, as a joke to him since he was in the room was, "am I still gorgeous?". Then I heard the doctor say that I won't be able to talk a lot during the first day and Morgan made a snide comment about that being great and I flipped him off. Right in front of the doctor and the nurse. Hopefully they laughed because that's the last thing I remember before being wheeled out to the car in a wheel chair. I was so close to being a lady. Oh well.

So, I have to say, I have not had any pain AT ALL. The anesthesia has worn off, I was on pain pills yesterday that pretty much just made me sleep, and besides being a little nauseated from swallowing some blood, this has been much better than I could have imagined. I was even out and about today and went to lunch with Morgan (I only had mashed potatoes, though). I keep waiting for something to go wrong, but hopefully it won't. I also keep wondering if they indeed took out any of my teeth because I was told it was supposed to hurt really badly. I guess I was one of the lucky ones.

Let's hope it stays that way.

I know, I know...

I'm bad about blogging. Everybody knows that. I guess that's why people check it about once a month, I don't blame them. It's sad because I'm on the computer most of the day, every day at work and I check all of my friends' blogs at least once a day and am excited when they have posted something new.

I don't have one big item to report on most of the time so this is an update:

1. I've taken another ARE, this time it was General Structures. I should know my results in about two weeks. I'm taking my next one (Lateral Forces) in three weeks. So, I've been studying a lot.

2. My Mother-In-Law is engaged! How cool is that? She met her fiance on e-Harmony in April or May. They are coming in a couple of weeks for a visit. I'm not sure when they are planning on getting married, but I don't imagine that it will be very long.

3. Morgan and I are in the middle of watching "John Adams". It was an HBO special some time ago and we're now Netflix-ing it. Each episode is about 2 hours long and there are 7 episodes. It is SO good!!!

4. We have ants. Carpenter ants that won't go away, and I have found out that I'm allergic to any type of ant bite. Lucky me. The exterminator is coming on Friday.

5. I'm getting my wisdom teeth out on Thursday. I'm not really looking forward to it, but I've been meaning to get them out for 8 years now so it's as good of time as any I suppose.

6. We went to an Obama party last Saturday and there was a German reporter from Frankfurt covering it. Kind of weird.

And that's about it. Isn't that sad? I have one friend vacationing in Costa Rica, one on a brief residency for three months in Washington, D.C. sent there by the government (her husband is a border patrol officer) so she's visiting all of the museums and historical sites, and I'm sitting here in South Carolina in the blistering heat and humidity getting my teeth pulled out. Something's wrong here.

Happy Father's Day, Morgan

Don't get excited, I'm not pregnant (sorry, Jayna). I know it's customary on Father's Day to recognize the men in your family who are fathers and as I called my own father today to tell him I loved him and my brother who has a young son, my thoughts drifted to Morgan.

In the last few days I have been perusing my friends' blogs and most of them have posted cute entries about their own fathers and most commonly, their husbands, since most of my friends have children. I read their kind and heartfelt words towards their men as they listed all of the attributes they love most about their fathers and husbands and again I thought about Morgan.

As I stop and reflect on what this day means to me, every middle of June, I think of all of the cards and hugs and kisses that I've been able to share with my own father and how much joy this day has brought in my life.

We all have been so blessed to be able to share in this day and look forward to it each year.

Yet, Morgan has not had the chance to celebrate Father's Day in 21 years. Each year this day arrives and passes much like the day before. His father passed away when Morgan was 8 years old. He has not had the chance to reminisce about his camping trips and the life lessons his father taught him, and I feel sad, in the pit of my stomach sad. Morgan doesn't seem to be bothered by the passing of Father's Day, or not that he has expressed. So my post today is not about my father (you know I love you Dad!) or Morgan's father, but Morgan, and the father that I see in him and know he will one day become.

Years from now, when our children crawl into bed and into his arms on a Father's Day much like today, with a homemade card and possibly glitter falling into the sheets, this is what I know they will have already taken from him:

1. His undeniable thirst for knowledge, the importance of reading as much and as often as you can, intelligence and understanding, the art of learning.

2. His pride in his work, no matter how small the task, whether it's doing the laundry, or fixing a problem at work. His work ethic is unmeasurable.

3. His decency, integrity and trustworthiness.

4. His inability to eat ice cream without having some left on the corners of his mouth.

5. His love of sports (Go Broncos!). I'm sure he will be buying our children sports equipment that is five years too advanced for them because he will just be too excited to teach them what he knows and loves.

6. The importance to take time for yourself as an individual.

7. The importance of loving and respecting their mother like he does his own.

8. His love of all cereal that comes with little toy surprises.

9. His unending passion for the Apple Computer. Our kids will be computer whizzes by the time they are able to crawl.

10. His capacity for love...and most importantly his love towards them.

So, to you, honey, I wish you a Happy Father's Day today for the man that you are and the father that I see in you and the father that you will one day become. I look forward to spending many Father's Days with you.

I love you.

Permission to laugh

This is what we do in our spare time, just in case you were wondering...


My three cats are indoor cats, but they look like they long to go outside. So, just to start, I bought this harness to take the cats out one by one to see if they like it. I mean, they are cats, why wouldn't they like it? My biggest fear is them getting hit by a car.

Mac was the first one we took out. From the minute he stepped in the grass he was howling this ungodly sound, very loudy, and was scared as...well, you know. Morgan was very disappointed in this and let Mac know that he was now officially the biggest pussy of our three cats, and he's the only male.

Next it was Morla's turn, and although she faired better, she did not seem at home. She didn't scream, but she also didn't jump for joy. She mainly hung out on our back stairs or next to the house.

We took Ady out last and it took her a few minutes to get used to it, but she warmed up to it and started to really enjoy it. She walked all the way around the house, and even tried to take on our neighbors huge dog. We always knew she was the leader of the pack.

So, this is how we tortured our cats on Saturday. I picked Ady up when we got around to the front of our house because I was so embarrassed to have a cat on a leash and harness.

So, what's up with our other cats? What cats don't like to be outside? I guess they are too used to being sheltered from everything. Another case against home schooling I guess!

Please, have a laugh on me.

North Cackilacky

I just returned from spending three full days at my mom's in Concord, North Carolina. We spent most of the time running around looking at stuff for her house and working in her garden which is coming along nicely.

We did take in some local flavor including the old man who has a "auto parts and gift store" that is located in a small shack with eight weed wackers out front and twelve more inside, not for sale, along with random cheep toys that have probably been rejected by the dollar store. The inside has no light, no air conditioning, and smells like gasoline. The man spoke some sort of English dialect that I don't believe has been discovered by man.

On our way home we stopped by a genuine bbq dive to pick up lunch to go. Along with our bbq salads (shredded lettuce and tomatoes with bbq piled on top) came three hush puppies. In a lapse of judgement, my mom showed signs of back country hick when she unwrapped them and when we had to go into a store, stored them in her cup holders (seen below). I think she's been there too long, especially because she's starting to drop her g's in her speech. Hopefully she doesn't learn the old man's dialect or I'll need a translator.

We had a good time together and we also went to see the new Indiana Jones movie, which was pretty good, if you know how to suspend belief.

So, here's to you crazy weed wacker man, it was fun!

I'm so proud...so you better go read it!

Morgan gets asked every once in a while to write a column for The Guide which is the Entertainment Publication that comes out every Friday in The Island Packet (the newspaper where Morgan works - just in case we have any new visitors to my blog who don't know anything about us). He has written columns on Star Wars and High-def t.v.s before, but this one takes the cake, in my opinion. Go read it!