What's In A Name

I decided to carve out a little part of the Internet for the Bonner household. I thought it would be quite fitting that my first blog post is on St. Patrick’s Day. After all, I married this feisty red-head guy whose life mission is to dress up in armor, with all his swords, and return to the mother land. We could probably save a bundle by just going to the yearly Irish Festival at Fair Park, but since Robert works in the 24/7 world of IT, that didn’t happen. At least not this year.

I’m not completely sure Robert’s ancestors came from Ireland. They may have roamed around England or France. Robert fits the description: Red hair, a temper (only when I push his buttons) and someone who loves to knock back beer that isn’t ice cold. It’s just more fun to assume his people are from Ireland.

What did we do today to celebrate? Absolutely nothing. No green beer, no chasing rainbows, no looking for lucky leprechauns. Instead I sat home alone watching American Idol—where this week’s choice of music for the top eleven to sing was not from the song book of Celtic Woman. There is a lovely dinner waiting for Robert of Corned Beef, Cabbage, and Green Beans with New Potatoes when he gets home from work.



I remember as I was planning our wedding, I was so excited that my name would change. Growing up hearing the big meanies on the playground call you Fender-Bender, asking, “Are you related to Freddy Fender?” to “Are you one those Fender Guitar people?” just got old. OK, the last one wasn’t so bad. Then to my horror, I realized Bonner wasn’t much better, especially when some moron in a dentist’s office called me Mrs. Boner shortly after we were married. Are you kidding me? I quickly correctly him saying, “It’s Bon-ner.” Last time I checked that tacky word had only one ‘n’ not two. I realize the name Bonner can be pronounced several different ways, including the pronunciation of the tacky word and the English language for the most part is backasswards, but I’m taking a stand right here: Bon-ner pronounced ˈbä-nər’ is the way you say our family name. I also vow to any of my future children, God willing, that if he or she comes home crying from school saying, “Mom, everyone laughed when the teacher said my last name,” that I will hunt that teacher down and do the Riverdance on his or her face.