And I know what you think, what you think about me

Remember the Housemartins?

I am your slice of life.

I'm listening to a tape. It's one of my favorite mix tapes of all time made by one of my favorite people of all time: the beautiful Diana (thanks for) Sharyn.

Maybe she's just looking for someone to dance with.

Today I put some batteries in a pair of Walkie Talkies that I bought for Aaron a few weeks ago. He was so excited. He went around the house for hours, even when no one would respond, asking, "Can you read?" into his Walkie Talkie. I think he meant, "Do you read me?" but I like his variation better.

If you want me, you can find me left of centre wondering about you.

Elliot has had a few things on his mind lately. And I mean just a few things. I know because he talks about these things over and over. One of the things he thinks about is whether our extended family will go on a trip this summer to Mexico or Utah. I told him that we might go somewhere, and it might be to one of those places. Man, Elliot is really pulling for Utah. For one thing, Grandpa lives there and Elliot really loves Grandpa. For another, there might still be snow in the mountains, and he likes the big vacation rental house we might stay at. Plus, he's a little unsure about the language barriers that he would encounter if we went to Mexico. Elliot doesn't speak Spanish.

Oh baby, please give a little respect to me.

Remember Erasure?

I've been thinking good, good things about you.

Another thing that Elliot spends a lot of time thinking about is especially brought to his remembrance when we go to Costco. A few weeks ago I bought Jose Ole frozen taquitos and there was a sweepstakes on the box that I entered online just for fun. There is only one prize and it is an entire room makeover to make one lucky person the "Coolest Mom on the Block," including a flat-screen tv, La-Z-Boy chairs, X-Box, DVR, yada yada yada, and also a freezer and free groceries for a year. It was the free groceries for a year that caught my fancy. Elliot overheard me telling Steve that I was going to win this contest and we were going to get 52 gift certificates for $300 each to the grocery store of my choice, and of course I would choose Costco so I could get lots of other stuff besides food, because who could really spend that much on food every week anyway? It was a fun little fantasy to have during the phone conversation, but Elliot really began to think we were going to win. Now he has exactly one million and thirty-two questions about the contest, that he especially asks when we walk the aisles of Costco. When we win, can we buy the playground? Well, if we win, can we buy the playground? Why did you even enter if you don't think we're going to win? Do you have to buy food with the money? And lots more. I had to practically ban him from ever speaking of the matter again for sanity's sake.

Now you see me, now you don't. Don't ask me where I'm at, 'cause I'm a million miles away.

I think it's silly when people comment anonymously. I mean, come on. Stand up and be counted already. Secretly, though, (I'm about to contradict myself) I kind of like it. It's a coy game and it makes me think I have a secret admirer. My latest secret admirer is a fan of the NBA. I am too, didja know?

There's nothing you and I won't do. I'll stop the world and melt with you.

Diana, I will mail you a prize if you remember the name of the tape I am listening to.

All I want to do is just sit here and write it all down and rest for a while.

Anyone else, I will mail you a prize if you can identify five of these songs from the lyrics, without looking them up. I don't think that's too hard because exactly five of the nine have the title of the song in the lyric. All you have to do is tell me who sings it. Plus I already divulged two of the bands. If you had spectacular taste in music in the early 90s, you would know many of these. If you listened to Fight, I can't help you.