No writing prompt today, my head is killing me because I thought it would be all right for me to have a can of caffeinated soda on Saturday.  Guess what?  Not all right.  You’d think that I would learn by now.

But I still have to write something, because I have to write everyday. That means it’s ramblin’ time.

Went bra shopping today because the underwire popped through on my favorite bra.  Until now I have always gotten my bras at Victoria Secret, but I am starting to think that they are all a bunch of crazy people.  The bra I love and bought from them about two years ago was discontinued.  I was looking at some others, but I have a weird size that isn’t usually available.  They didn’t have any in the store.  That’s when the lady suggested I try my “sister size”.

This sister size stuff is nonsense.  She gave me a bra that was a cup size bigger and a band smaller.  That was my sister size.  Well, sister, that shit doesn’t fit.  I barely fill my current cup size [thank you push up bras!], I certainly don’t need some crazy lady telling me to go up a cup.

Then we went grocery shopping, and it was $2.35 for a freakin’ tomato.  It wasn’t even an organic tomato, or a tomato cultivated by tiny elves, which is the sort of thing I would have expected for $2.35.  Prices for everything have been rising at my grocery store–have you noticed similar things at yours?  Maybe my grocery store is just trying to scam me.  We did buy the tomato, afterall.

All I can say is it had better be $2.35-worth of unbridled tomato ecstasy, damnit.

After watching the hype building all morning on the news about how Chicago was “a favored city” for the 2016 Olympics and watching footage of people gathering at Daley Plaza for the big annoucement it was all I could do to not burst out laughing as Chicago was the first city to be eliminated from the voting.  The anti-climaticism of the moment was top-notch.  I didn’t want the Olympics here, personally, even though I very much doubt I will be a Chicagoan in 2016.

I’m always a day behind on my Daily Show, seeing as I listen to it at work via the Comedy Central website, but I saw this report on G20 protestors and found it too hilarious to not share.

Favorite quotes:
“The lady with the .45-calibur Jesus is right…”
and
“This is a hateful mob of ‘Oh my goodness, me!’”

To top things off, some non-Teri news:

“A South Side teenage mother who authorities said no longer wanted a baby because she couldn’t go to parties was held on $600,000 bond Wednesday on charges that she drowned her 5-month-old daughter in a bathtub earlier this month.”

“A man randomly attacked six people, including WLS-Ch. 7 news anchor Cheryl Burton, on Loop streets Wednesday evening, Chicago police said.”

That second one strikes me as bizarre timing because Paige and I just had a conversation in which she wanted to run up to random people on the street and punch them–just to see what would happen.  If the article hadn’t specifically said “man” I would have tried to call her to make sure that, you know, she wasn’t being held in jail on assault charges.

And in Teri-news:
Today was a great day, in that I didn’t do much of anything.  I had a computer problem at work and spent several hours on and off the phone with an IT guy.  When we first started talking I thought to myself, “Man, he has a cute voice.”  Later I began to wonder, “Is he flirting with me?”  I’m really bad with the flirting thing so just the fact that I was starting to wonder if he was makes me think that he probably was.

Him: “Cool, let’s take a look here…and I realize that I’m saying cool a lot in our conversation.  I don’t usually say it this much.”
Me: [laugh]  (Aren’t I simply amazing?)
Him: “Go ahead and try the file again.”
Me: “It worked.”
Him: “Cool.  Damn, I said it again!”

Later…
Him: “Can I put you on hold a second?”
Me: “Sure thing.”
[A coworker asked me who I was talking to.]
Me: “An IT guy is trying to fix that whole document opening problem.  He gets an A for effort, but it’s still not opening.”
[Co-worker laughs and I wait maybe 5 more seconds before he comes back.]
Him: “Okay, sorry about that.  And thanks for the A.”

But while my computer was down I got to read my book, so that was nice.  Then I helped set up for a surprise baby shower for a coworker.  Then I spent an hour and a half at said baby shower.  So out of the 8 hours I was at the office, I probably worked for 3 of them.

Oh, and for the record, I looked this IT fella up on our handy-dandy pictorial directory and he is even cuter than his voice had led me to believe.

Fun day.

I’m a LJ-postin’ fool.  Last night I received the best wrong number call ever.

Paige was walking home from my place last night, around 11pm.  It’s not that far of a walk, her living only one train stop away, but as she walked, a man in an SUV pulled over and offered her a ride.  (She, being a smart girl, said no.)