Yes. My name is m a r n a: Survivor Shootout

Monday, February 17, 2014

Survivor Shootout

I was a contestant in the Knoxville Ice Bears breast cancer "Survivors Shootout" at the "Pink in the Rink" game Saturday night. I was little embarrassed. Not that I didn't win. But that I even went to the ice.

Chris said "just go do it. But don't fall...." He does know just how graceful I am!!

Thank you Knoxville Ice Bears for continuous support of breast cancer awareness. Your community involvement is invaluable to so many organizations in East Tennessee.

Was also Nashville Predators
night. Got a hug and kiss from
Gnash! But no pic. :(

Ended up being a lot of
people in attendance I knew.
Like Mayor Hawkins and
his beautiful April.

My good friend Patty
was there with her
Girl Scout troop.

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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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