Yes. My name is m a r n a: Some of my favorite visitors. ..

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Some of my favorite visitors. ..

My great nieces: Bella and her older sister Chelsea came to see me tonight. Turned on Castle repeats. Chelsea worked on homework from college and Bella fixed my hair. I also remembered tonight why I have not eaten at Sonic in two years.

Chelsea's attempt at my hair.

Chelsea working on homework

Me and Bella

Me and Chelsea

Me and Chelsea

Bella fixed my hair

Bella fixing my hair

Bella. I tired to french braid her hair.

Didn't turn out so well. ..

Me and the girls

Chelsea redoing my hair.

I attempted a french braid on Bella.

Me and Chelsea

Bella

Bella

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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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