Yes. My name is m a r n a: Here we go...

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Here we go...

Dollywood bound with one of the nephews. I hope Dolly has issued a no rain policy today or else it's going to be a miserable. But I love my nieces and nephews so it makes it worth it.

Who knows. Maybe Colton will let me shop for a minute at the outlets. I hate shopping but to be an irritation to two of the nieces I'm going to find something, anything and buy two of it. Maybe in the same color! That would drive them over the bridge!!

I'll give a full report of our Dollywood escapades tonight. I do LOVE Dollywood!

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Amber DawnJune 15, 2014 at 11:43 AM
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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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