Yes. My name is m a r n a: My Favorite Blogs

My Favorite Blogs

Check back frequently for links to my favorite

blogs that I know you'll love!

Kevin and Amanda
Simply love this blog........

family, friends & east tennessee
DIY, family, fun in East Tennessee

I've lived in Tellico Plains most of my life and love it here! I'm a proud mother to three of the most amazing kids ever - Jessica, Kailee and Eli. I have the most adorable and the most precious granddaughter named Peyton McKenleigh Jane. I have a great fella named Patrick who stands beside me every step of the way through this crazy life of mine! I'm a very blessed child of God!

Goodness Gathering

Hi! I'm the Baker/Dinner Maker/Laundry Doer/Rememberer of All Things for Matt and Personal Concierge for Jack & Julianne! I'm passionate about my faith, my family, cooking, collecting, & DIY... come enjoy some of the goodness I have found!

~lip gloss & grass stains~
Fashion and DIY Blog

3 comments:

LynetteMarch 9, 2013 at 8:58 PM
Your blog looks great! Mine really needs updating, I think there are some new things...Some day you should make it into a book :)
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SpicMarch 13, 2013 at 9:16 AM
Thanks for adding me to your favorites :) I'm thinking I should do a list like this too...Great idea!
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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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