Because you care.

Or not.

1. I told my son, HDToddler, "NO!" about 4,000 times. He is testing me and my rules and it's only getting worse, it seems. Drinking heavily, party of one. (I kid! Or do I ...)

2. We had a friend over for dinner, and we watched "Bottle Rocket" - an indie movie featuring Owen and Luke Wilson. Wasn't the best, wasn't the worst. My favorite line being, "Damn! He just stole his own car!".

3. The Broncos beat the Raiders. I HATE THE RAIDERS. I honestly didn't believe we would beat them the way we started out in the game. I fell asleep through the second quarter and woke up sometime during the third. Suck that, Raiders!!

4. A guy plowed through an intersection downtown on Friday night, killing a mom and her two children. They legally had the right of way. The pick-up didn't stop. Someone said the little girl (4) had on her ballerina outfit and the little boy (2) had on a Superman cape. The dad lived. And I cannot imagine the hell that man will endure the rest of his life. The assholes took off in the pickup, didn't even brake, and left a license plate at the scene. They were arrested late last night. I hope they fry.

5. It snowed here some today. Nothing accumulated, but it was beautiful to wake up to. Ooh, and I also finished my book "The Historian". A novel about Dracula. Something out of the ordinary and not something I would have picked, but sounded interesting. Next up, "Case Histories".

6. Made the executive decision (don't know if that's me or my husband who would take credit) that we are not hosting a work-related party at our house in December. I got sick of jumping through stupid hoops, and honoring the "you can't call it a party, but TEAM BUILDING EVENT" shit. So, we're hosting a fucking rockin' party here in December for our friends.

7. I watched VHI's show (that I can't think of right now - damn, the title escapes me) featuring the videos from 1992. I proceeded to dance around the upstairs loft like an idiot for about an hour. I was projected back to high school, listening to "Black and White" by Michael Jackson and remembering how good he still was (even though you could argue he wasn't really 'as good' as he was in the 80's?), and how crazy it is to think of him now as the sicko he's become.

But -- my favorite song featured was the hit by Sophie B Hawkins, and for these lyrics alone:

"If I was your girl believe me
I'd turn on the Rolling Stones
We could groove along and feel much better
Let me in
I could do it forever and ever, ever n' ever
Give me an hour to kiss you
Walk through heaven's door I'm sure
We don't need no doctor to feel much better
Let me in
Forever and ever and ever and ever
I sat on the mountainside with peace of mind
I lay by the ocean making love to her with visions clear
Walked for days with no one near
And I return as chained and bound to you
Damn, I wish I was your lover ...."

I was pretty sure in 1992 that was the hottest song I'd ever heard.

Song In My Head: "Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover" by Sophie B Hawkins