From ABBA to football

As any younger sibling is prone to do, Zach likes to do what his older sisters do. Unfortunately, that has led him to watching Mama Mia! over and over and listening to ABBA. We drove to Des Moines last weekend and we spent entirely too much time listening to ABBA while Zach attempted to sing along. He butchered "Dancing Queen," but what do you expect from a two-year-old. Not only does he listen to ABBA, but he gets pissed when we change the CD to something that doesn't suck.

I was starting to feel like there was no hope for him. He was destined to do whatever his sisters wanted him to do, instead of being a sports-crazed meathead like me. Well, I got a breif glimmer of hope last night. The women of the house left so Zach and I had the place to ourselves. After we finished a dinner of mostly meat products, he turned to me and said "Watch TV football Daddy." Granted, there was no live football on tv on a Tuesday night in August, but we did find a classic college football game between Purdue and Notre Dame. Zach fell asleep after about a half hour, but who could blame him. Notre Dame makes me sleepy also.
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Breaking (well, maybe just spraining) news

I've spent at least 12 minutes researching this, and it appears djsfunnypages is the only major news outlet to realize today is the 5th anniversary of the opening of Jordan Creek Town Center in Des Moines. Typically for malls, the 5th anniversary is a big deal. Just like wedding anniversaries are paper for 1st, silver for 25th, viagara for 50th, and "DEAR GOD, WHY WON'T YOU DIE ALREADY!!" for 75th, malls have special traditions. The 5th malliversary (the surest sign of truly great writing is making up words)is the balloon animal anniversary.

I think this is the start of big things for me. Not sure what kind of things, but rest assured they will be big. Breaking news like this will surely get me recognized. Maybe I'll get linked by deadspin or TMZ. Or, dare I say it, google. Soon I'll be the first blogger to interview Micheal Jackson's corpse (too soon?). And who do I have to thank for this? Me. All me. And Kathy, as she confirmed that even the crappy local paper hadn't picked on this story.
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