Yes. My name is m a r n a: Health and the Lamp Post

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Health and the Lamp Post

I think I've realized one of my problems with taking care of my health (and any other aspect of my life). I always say to myself "Well, I'll start that tomorrow." Tomorrow I say the same thing. I guess I should tell myself "Today I'll eat healthy. Tomorrow I'll have a Lamp Post cheeseburger" and then repeat each day.

Lamp Post won today.....and it was good.

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April WhiteMarch 19, 2013 at 10:56 AM
I think that the Lamp Post is a requirement to enjoy life just a little more...especially the cheeseburgers :)
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Yes. My name is m a r n a. Not Myrna, Marta, Marva, Merna, Myra, Murna, and so on. (Although many call me Marnie and I like that one.) As an extremely shy child I hated my name. The first day of the school year was torture for me as most of the teachers could never pronounce my name. By high school, much to my secret delight, my classmates began correcting the teacher the first time it was flubbed up, often spelling it out during that first roll call. I think they had figured out I was too shy to do so. Overly attached to my mother I missed a lot of school until 9th grade, where I was scared of the Vice Principle and no longer complained of stomach aches. In the third grade my mother told me once the teacher asked if my middle name was "Stephanie". My mother said, "No". Seems I had started writing Stephanie on my schoolwork. My teacher continued to let me do so, which only last a few days. It's a miracle I have a master's degree after all my problems with school phobia. My mother is now in Heaven, no doubt, looking down on me in amazement. One of her biggest fears was I would not attend college. Here's to you momma. So sorry I grieved you so many mornings before school and so many afternoons with phone calls of "stomach aches". <><

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