More thoughts from Baby Fat Head.

Hey kids, it's baby Fat Head again and here are some random issues from the mind of an immature man.

Thanks to you nice people that commented last time BFH appeared. I was talking about how my oldest daughter is officially embarrassed by almost everything I do.
Andrea said, "One day soon all incoming phone calls will be routed to the correct party by her, and even if the call may be for you ( chances are rare it will be ) your loving child then ask the caller if they plan to be on the phone with you for long."
Funny and very true. Last night Charlie spoked to her BFF for nearly 45 minutes all the while walking around the house, chatting on MSN, having a snack and cleaning her room. Of course at no time were we allowed to ask for or to talk on the phone.

Charlie's soccer team is having a parent-child game this Sunday and I'm worried that Baby Fat Head may have a coronary. I'm not in the best of shapes (I'm actually sort of oblong these days) and I am certainly not fit to run around with a group of highly-trained 12/13 year-olds girls.
Mostly I'm worried that I may have an episode and everyone will think I'm kidding.
I'll start clutching my chest and writhing around on the ground and the other parents will be all,"Oh that Howard, what a joker. Look he's pretending to have a heart attack. He's funny!"
Meanwhile, I turn purple and die.
Attention soccer parents or anyone else. If I look like I'm about to pass out IM NOT KIDDING! Call someone immediately.

Would you buy seafood from a guy in a pick-up truck? We have this dude who sits out by the side of the road near my house with a sign saying "Fresh Seafood." Uh, no thanks.
I mean I'm sure his shrimp and lobster are fine but it just seems weird. Corn, yes, berries, okay, fish not so much.
"Hmmm this scampi is fantastic where did you get it?"
"From some dirty guy in a truck at 9th line and Upper Middle road."
"Yes, I can taste that."