Explanation for the Unique Title

Welcome! My name is Makenzie Louise Dick and I am terrible with confrontation..

Good to know, I suppose, but how is this relevant? Let's just say my lack of spine has often "blessed" me with some slightly humorous life experiences my loving friends have challenged me to write about. Not sure how well I'll do at this new hobby referred to as "blogging", but we shall see!

But before I get too off track, let me account for the semi-unique title I have given this blog.

It started in November, I believe, but it feels much much longer...

My dad packs my lunch. I am not in the least bit ashamed of this because I know he enjoys it, and I'm not about to take that away from him. That would be quite selfish of me...

However, another thing father enjoys is making my lunches unique from all my peers'. It use to be cute little things like "ants on a log" or homemade trail mix, or melon pieces with little tooth picks sticking out of them.

The thing is though, I don't mind having a plain lunch. I'm usually so hungry that I'd inhale anything, literally. I've eaten some pretty janked up things in my past, but that's a story for a different day. But in early November, dad decided it was time for something new.

Peanut Butter and Bologna Sandwhiches.

It's rather simple. You put two pieces of bread in the toaster. Once they become golden brown, you slap on a butt load of peanut butter. then you top it off with two slices of balogna. You then refridgerate the sandwhich until the next day when your daughter takes it to school, who also must let it sit in her locker until 12:30. By then, the toast is quite soggy...but I digress...

Reader, I'm sorry to offend you if you, indeed, enjoy peanut butter and balogna on soggy toast..but gosh, I find it in no way appealing!

But I'm generally not one to complain, so I ate it, all of it. Sure, I felt a tad queezy afterwards, but I figured this was one of dad's experiments that he would eventually move on from after he thought of a new, maybe less creative sandwhich to make me.

Well..not quite. It's been about three months now, and I am still eating peanut butter and bologna. Even If I somehow liked this combo, I think I'd still be tired of eating it everyday...

After a bit of prodding from my sympathetic friends, who have taken small bites of my sandwhich in order to experience what my taste buds endure daily, I decided to bring this issue up. Not to my dad, of course..I just can't hurt his feelings..so I decided to do the next best thing; talk to someone my dad is kind of close to...my mom.

Basically, mom told me that is was a "Dick" thing. And that those sickk sandwhiches are a favorite among the..Dicks..

Great. Some kids feel pressured to be atheletic like their parents. Other kids wanna be musical like their parents..The only tradition I was afraid of upholding...enjoying peanut butter and bologna like my parents...ughhh.

Well - occassionally dad packs me something else..Today was bologna on ritz crackers..yesterday was a peanut butter and butter sandwhich..

But it never lasts...No, almost without fail, the next day my little brown sack contains that less-than-tasty peanut butter and bologna sandwhich...

Maybe someday I'll build up enough nerve to tell my parents I hate this sandwhich..
But then again..I graduate in only 5 months...I've come this far...whats 5 more months... :)