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That's Bologna

Melissa and I are adjusting to our new area. It's different living in an apartment complex. And our new ward (or church congregation) takes a bit of getting used to. We've met nice people though. Turns out that one of the families is from the mission I served in (Las Vegas West), and was taught by an Elder that I served around. So it was nice doing a little reminiscing.
But there are also things that are hard to know how to respond to. An activity this week is a perfect example: A Hotdog, Indexing Party. Nothing like doing some family history work while munching on bulk, rolled beef. There certainly isn't anything wrong with eating a hodge-podge of meat while attempting to read illegible names. Just an odd event.

Not really sure why, but hotdogs often remind me of bologna. As a kid (a child - not a baby goat), if I was craving a hotdog but we didn't have any - I'd simply tightly wrap up a slice of bologna. If I was feeling creative I'd maybe even roll up a slice of cheese into it - a cheddar dog! As far as I'm concerned, the only difference between a hotdog and bologna is the shape. And yes, I've tried taking a rolling pin and flattening out a hot dog into bologna before - but it doesn't work so well. Thankfully smarter people than I have figured out a better system.
I've accepted my redneck ways. And after a year and half of marriage, Melissa is finally starting to accept & appreciate some of my ways as well! It's only a matter of time until she turns to duct tape to solve a problem (whether it's to repair or to restrain.)

All of this leads up to one of my favorite comedians: Jim Gaffigan. If you've made it this far in the post, you can endure a couple more minutes of entertainment.

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