Yes. My name is m a r n a: Great Lunch!

Friday, January 17, 2014

Great Lunch!

After the doctors appointment in Nashville Chris treated me to lunch at our favorite Downtown Nashville. The name was The Big River but now it's Rock Bottom Restaurant and Brewery. Same food though. Thank goodness!!!

Id already dug in before

remembering to snap a pic.

I had my regular chicken fried chicken with double order of their delicious mashed potatoes.

Chris had the turkey/Italian sausage meatloaf and mashed potatoes and mac and cheese with a very good crust on top. He had already dug in before the pic too. We were hungry I guess.

POPCORN SUTTON!!!

How cool!

Downtown Nashville in a parking lot

next to the restaurant we ate at.

2 comments:

LynetteJanuary 17, 2014 at 11:55 PM
And we do fast foodo on our trips!!
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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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